Between the objectivity and subjectivity of every mind there is a place where these two giants collide, a timeless place where string puppets fill the battlefield, both sides tamed by the same puppeteer, striking the mirrored pain reflects, howls of regret and agony echoes with every strike and nobody will ever win, only the puppeteer still plays his never-ending game knowing that if he finishes it there is no reason for him to still be there.
Between the objectivity and subjectivity of every mind there is a place where these two giants collide, a timeless place where string puppets fill the battlefield, both sides tamed by the same puppeteer, striking the mirrored pain reflects, howls of regret and agony echoes with every strike and nobody will ever win, only the puppeteer still plays his never-ending game knowing that if he finishes it there is no reason for him to still be there.