Preface

Some night the subtle weight on my shoulders suddenly becomes apparent, the feeling of heaviness gets to my nerves, like a worm crawling on my chest. It is neither sadness nor anxiety, but the weight of the world slowly pressing down on you, for man is chained by his own image.

Someday the Sky seems exceptionally blue and beautiful, the Sun’s beam feels soft yet comforting on your skin, the air smells of calmness and hints a subtle sense of tranquility. It feels like the heaviness is never there, and I feel light as a feather. It is neither joy nor pleasure, but the heaviness begone, for man is chained by his own image.