In life not it nothing more important, do that to learn, you never know when a pparently insignificant thing can be vital... They are not the great events that save you or they kill you and yes the small details, never if can measure the situations that the life places us, the times our defense is accurately in our weaknesses is only one question to know the moment certain to act or to leave, that everything is consummated... It swims can give one meaning accurate for the emptiness, always commits the same error exactly when it is not wanted to make a mistake... infinite we are formed by finite...Everything is a question of if it observes... nothing of that it can see can explain... We are all sheep, the way of the abatedouro... The way of the nothing... we are simple butterflies... Butterflies with its exotic, exitante glass wing... and rare...