Resting is actually not resting, it's dying. When we woke up everything starts up from the beginning like a Celeron computer it takes times, nothing adds up, we can see within that fog, what's behind it, who is walking towards me, but I can't see anyone other than myself. Like he is coming back to resurrect me from the ashes I have become. Then we walk as one disappearing to places and appearing at places where we shouldn't to have one last vision to know what I have lost in this past decade, and we go to top of the mountain to rest, to comeback as we are supposed to.
