Not only his words but his philosophy was broken. And he was the only person breaking them all the time. Every day, every hour, every second… He just couldn’t stop drilling his own heart. Maybe he wrote to be healed but it only got worse. He was capable of doing anything, even being happy, but he never asked for it. His existence became a warning for us. We all respected his intelligence but never wanted to be like him. No worries. No one can be like him. Our dearest global warning for sadness…