Nothing can be more surprising than the life which repeats itself so fast, and makes us think that we have different things than earlier times. Maybe it has a really rich, emotional menu, but it is always the same food between a poor supper and a splendid feast for decades of thousand years, or the same game between the life and death seeming very easy to play that we struggle to get a bite of pleasure we never satisfy enough with. Actually, it just seems so, but the truth is not as it does. This is the biggest tricky appearance of it. The life-eater waits for us to be given birth to serve as a meat to feed its soil and the other living slaves, and we minion species are precisely determined to yield our boss. It has never mattered for it how a beautiful baby we give birth to a hope. If it likes the taste of a baby, it seizes and takes them to other.
Tarkan Acar 