In today's lust, we move forward without a future. The present, the concrete, blinds in whitening the days of everyday life waits in which we forge the fallacy of what we believe to be. A time, conceived at all, imprints the rhythm to our ignorance that relies on prosperous evolutions beyond the vital reality that defines us. Time gives us hope and we cling to believe there will be a tomorrow. As utopia arrives, we add soliloquies manipulated by the sopor of our emboldened ego; we photographed solitudes, shared with smiles, and hid from silence. 21st century--- sweetened in the silent magic of the binary. Let us return to thought, to paused reflection, to fluid conversation, to the sum of being different. Let's get back to the floor. Let us remember that this world only grows by thinking, among equals, aloud.