He was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down. People jump.
    People jump because they are afraid of their stupid little lives that don't matter to anyone but themselves, they jump because they think that is the only way to go, and finally they jump simply because they are too bluntly stupid to do otherwise.
    He was an exception. Curious. Standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down, with wind blowing through his hair, into his face, into the dark, deep eyes. He raised his hands absorbing the atmosphere around him, feeling the world as if though not he was in it but it was in him.
    He lived to see and find out, but it was not enough here to find out. All these people of science! They think they are moving forward; Wake up! You think you are so much more advanced than the guy who invented the wheel? You are in that wheel, like a rodent, running forward with your flat brains, but really standing on the same thing. But they will never open their eyes, and will always scrupulously search their small areas of knowledge, composing the books to be stored in the libraries and never be looked at again. It's all the same.

    But he will in a minute see a new world - one he will create for himself, plunging into the depth of the unknown. And as sun was cutting through the wind, he let it all go, and in amazement dived into the air.

    All the thoughts he left behind, and he was just feeling the edge, the edge between the worn out home and the unexpected destination. "Behold!", he announced to the void, "Behold the Death!", he said, "Behold and rejoice and laugh into its face! Feel the end before the beginning, and tear the thin strip onto which you all hold! Life is a game which continues after it has ended! Come on, Laugh!". The air spread out the sound of his voice over the mountains, and as the earth approached he laughed.
    He laughed like nobody else has ever laughed before, he laughed like he never laughed before, for he was laughing about nothing, he was just laughing for the last time in the face of the earth.

    His whole life did not flash before his eyes, for he knew there is nothing to be remembered about his life or anyone else's. They all think that it is so important to Love, Have a Family, Create Life, Achieve Happiness! But they are just people - it's their nature - they are so small, but think they are so enormously big! They Love Life. But life is just a state of matter…

    As the earth closed in on him, he looked down at the ground, at the dot which slowly became a figure. It was a skeleton, with a skull possessing a familiar character. He looked into the holes, where he sensed once were the dark, deep eyes, he felt a chill running through his spine when he realized that the remains of the face he saw now were the face that he saw every day in a mirror. He stared into the infinite depth of the hollow skull, unable to look away. The time froze to a stop as he was looking into those eyes, looking into his own eyes, into the face with a laugh, face which laughed at him, and he was amazed and afraid, bonded with fear of unknown.

And then he laughed…

The Center of Star

There was a time
In a life of a man
When he lived
When he laughed
When he roared
And sung

There came soon a time
In his life of a one

When he died
In his heart
Like a blanket
Of rock.

There came soon a time
When he couldn't find a way
Through the sand
Through the land
Through the sea
In the desert

Suffocation
Devastation
Endless Pointless Needless
Action.

Campaign
Of the dead
To become even deader
Campaign
Of the young
To become old and bald.

In the sky is the room
On the horizon is light
In the hand of a man
Is the fuse which to strike

Is to live, come alive,
Is to sing, see the life
Is to throw, stand and go

Into center
Of star.