Here the memory does not have beginning  or end.  On every Evil there is Good, in every  Good - some Evil.  In the coldness I feel warmth, and in the  warmth - coldness.  In the darkness I see light, and in the  light - darkness.    In the roar of the sea waves, breaking on  the shore,  I hear music that exists since time so  distant.  Who has composed the endless song of  the waves?  The religion shouts: 'God and no one  else!'  In the fallacy there is no  Enlightenment, in the enlightenment - no  fallacy.  In the lie there is no truth, in the truth -  no lie.    And the truth is that composer of the  endless song of the waves  are the stars, the planets that go round  then  and the moon, which conducts  the choir of seas and oceans on the  planet Earth.    Here the memory does not have beginning  or end.