“I’m not really a human being.... Stunned by forces many times superior to mine, I find my existence in the timeless nowhere, in which there is not even a void, and my very thought unbridled, free is doomed to dissipate in this “nowhere”, never meeting the grateful elasticity that can return it to me. And then, at the peak of despair, in the paroxysm of loneliness I came up with it. ridiculous, absurd, consisting entirely of particles that deny happiness, only so that the hungry sensors of my soul could catch the echo, the shadow that alone can confirm the fact of our existence. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. It was a cheat trick, I'm sorry, Busick..."