Nobody could ever find the Wes, it does not exist. So Nato died for Knm. Something that I don’t have too. Everyone in the world dies for Knm. That’s what eludes us, that what drives us. When will we find it, if at all. Or will we die, not having achieved it. That’s the short tale of this world for me. Z remains. And nobody meets the ZoD. I’ve spent so much of my life now, taking these mishaps, getting relief. It can be summed up for me, in terms of “Lena Dena – Ana Jana, Yaha Pe” – in Hindi. This thing is complex. Remember that Z wins, gets his way, and keeps NATO arrogant, and we all die for the West.

It is like war, but even in war, you get to rest, and train, have time, then peace, later die. But this is ridiculous. It feels more like Blade Runner. Just one Z after the another, things happen here constantly, so everything is slow, small, insignificant even. My goal has been to get more and more people like me, and put them in a chain, we can’t meet however, and then each of us takes his or her own Z, If we meet then we share the Z, and then we can’t have our way, it is his way alone that we follow. Parting ways in such a case is more favorable for us both in that case. Resuming with our own Z’s.