The ocean is on fire. The boat sails on the sand. The water circulates in the body. The glaciers are burning. In such a season, who cares about who dies and who lives. Even death does not have time for such a human being. Death is already dead.
Descartes said: "I think, therefore I am." Sartre Said: "I am, therefore I am.". What can I say about myself? I am the product of inventions. To think, To exist, To live are beyond the powers of robots.
What a fool I am ! I am trying to set up a dialogue with ultra-modernism. People have lost the essence of being "human" long time ago.