When I was on war I met a man.
Later, he was sentenced to death in the electric chair.
When we met for the last time he gave me a small parcel wrapped in paper and asked me to save it.
After the war, I was sent to a mental hospital and because of long therapy I lost memory.
A few months ago I came back home and found a tape wrapped in a paper sheet.
I turned it on and read what was written on the wrapping.
"By closing holes inside our souls that lead to the answers
we keep on creating the world of absurd (absurdity)
and we absorb its fruits since we are born.
when you decide to look at your true self
using the mirror behind the mask
which consists of stereotypes and unfiltered collective experience.
This opens the gate to the subconcious.
Even though there may be many scary and confusing things,
but, if you accept them as the integral parts of your self
you immerse into the purity where love is born."
then I recalled