Collaboration, that is what I seek. I seek it, but never find. The thought of the day: my human relationships are imperfect and always will be so; imperfections cause sufferings, and sufferings reconciliate me with the absence of all and any relationships, with nothingness. We are mortally afraid and at the same time unconsciously strive for perfection of unknown which will never come in cramped space of individual destiny. How many books can I read during my life time, how many men can I meet? Numbers are rather limited, and years and years of short journey are spent in sufferings and adaptation to next painful imperfection. Never try to be perfect, as it is illusion and parody on divine perfection of universe.