Order is nothing more than chaos disguised as calm if we see it from the initial point of view, and that really gives me back a lot the illusion of believing that the world is beautiful just for pretending to be calm in many situations, I really don't want to finish writing, there are a thousand things I haven't known how to externalize and I don't think I can do it now... but I really feel that I must finish now, now that I have rediscovered several times the meaning of life and I have concluded something that contradicts that... I just rediscovered my scoop, it sounds trivial or even comical, but before I started reflecting on the chaos my intention was to prove to myself that I was not mistaken about what my life purpose was, to be able to prove to myself that I was aware of my unconscious thoughts and that I was not wanting to evade my true belief about the meaning of life....