The searching for them is driving us in insane. The seeking inside of them is making us ill. We are fritting away in the landscapes. Truth? There is no truth within the books. Non-fiction books, describing the nature. A nature with or without us.
We never opened a book where the combination of letters H-U-M-A-N was written in a language that we can understand. The searching for it we paid with 34 years. During the searching for the tower of Babel more people have lost their live than in all cosmic storms all over the thankful time.
