A question arose long ago. What's the sense of the human existence? Who created all the souls and grants us our lives so many times? They looked at the stars and the Entire universe smiled back and said nothing. When will be brought the knowledge to this plane? When will we realize our divinity? Can we survive? Who turns the darkness to the light? They looked at the stars and the Entire universe smiled back and said nothing. A man received the answer: The thought is a doer, Your soul is a part of the great soul, Your mind is the big adventurer with wings That dreams, that brings creation into reality. They've misunderstood him until today. A lot of words in a book never brought them closer to god. A man received the answer: The thought is a doer, Your soul is a part of the great soul, Your mind is the big adventurer with wings That dreams, that brings creation into reality.