"You are nothing but a speck in this universe. Your whole life is nothing but a speck in the line of time. A speck that'll stay together for about eighty years and then disintegrate into the universe again. Some of them disperse into the atmosphere becoming a part of the air that some animal completely strange to you will breathe in. Some might remain to be a part of the soil, maybe entering into a plant's roots. Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box. But you don't lose anything. You don't own anything. The universe owns you. It made you from its belongings. You are just a random rearrangement of its playstuff." - Adriano