Whatever you do, my dear reader, wherever you go, whatever you think about, always remember about the pain in your knees, for it is inevitable and only it protects from the meaninglessness of existence, it is the salt of life, without it there would be no existence would be insipid and dull, meaningless and vain. She is the only honest interlocutor, the most faithful friend. Only she will ask the most important question: why are you doing all this, where are you rushing to? “Turn around,” she’ll say. “Look back, how much dust you raised, when it settles, will anyone see your footprints?”