Its the end, its hard to bid farewell but I want to leave. As little as steady as it gets, as close it gets. We need to find the balance, in the middle of the chaos. We will send old algorithm and make it demigod, to find highs and lows. I remember the cold, where there was December at the end of the year, but holding the thought to making it zero. Saying truth will make you free and empty, show that there’s nothing to hold. making a way out. A way better than proposed earlier.
This brings us to the end of zero-zac. A rational and life of rational to end.