A being that raised himself alone, in a place where nothing more existed than objects;
He didn't know what love or hate was,
cause he never interact with others that could made him feel those kind of feelings;
Someone that didn't know what lowliness was, cause he never had company;
Someone that couldn't tell wrong from right, good from evil, cause nobody never taught him rules and morals;
He just knew what was felling cold, warmth, hunger, thirst, pain and sleepiness;
Until death knocked at his door..
In his naive ignorance, he opened,
In that day, he knew what dying was…