Newton, about to face the ultimate truth of humankind -death- said: "I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy, playing on the seashore and diverting myself, in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me."

Yet he has been one of the great geniuses of our species, in his own perspective of himself he was no more than a boy, spending free time and having his feet by the seashore, wondering about the immense ocean of knowledge and truth, which lay right in front of him, as well as in front of all of us. His only difference was that he was able to find some shells, different from the shells ordinary humans beings find all the time.

I am also a boy playing on the seashore. But, unlike Newton, I really am playing. Playing with the waves, laying on the sand wasting precious seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years, while the ocean waves smoothly hit the shore, full of truth and wisdom, coming and going back, attempting to touch me, but returning as virgin as as when it came.

Among the infinity of void ahead of me, this journal is my confident friend. This journal knows more about me than anybody ever will. But, apparently, the world ignores its existence. Does anybody ever read it? I try really hard to write nice things, desiring to please whoever reads it, and although the records keep almost twenty thousand page views, I never receive comments about my vain, cheap, philosophy.

Well, I almost never check other people's journals or blogs, and I think that if I wanted to have people posting comments on my journal I would have to engage in a mad publicity campaign. But it would be very artificial; I would be commenting other people's texts attempting to catch their attention to my page. And, in the end, does it matter?

Also, I do believe my journal does not attract people. It is not about an specific subject; it's merely about my little life, which is just one among six billion living beings on Earth. And, from the start, it's always been very personal. It is comprehensive that people don't get interested by someone's life, someone who isn't even important (but will be).

What comforts me about all this is what wise Kepler once wrote: "With this symphony of voices man can play through the eternity of time in less than an hour, and can taste in small measure the delight of God, the Supreme Artists... I yield freely to the sacred frenzy... the die is cast, and I am writting the book - to be read either now or by posterity, it matters not. It can wait a century for a reader, as God Himself has waited six thousand centuries for a witness."