Happiness will never reconcile with life.

What can we do without pain in front of happiness?

One will never find in the waterfall of sights anything else than the Illusion of Life, which falls in torrents on the granite rocks of the souls.

TO BE is life's dilemma while facing the eternity of death.

Our entire life worth's less than one moment of the absolute's truth vanity.

If life is merely an illusion what can her truth be?