The empirical experience proves that people change for worse

At dawn of the interrelations we are sincere and diligent to create the most pleasant impression about ourselves

Gaily dancing with lies to look like we use every day at maximum effectiveness, sharing purpose to world, giving ourselves the sense of development

The age kills all noble motives in us because age is a servant of time

Time doesn’t mend

Time saturates us with information, but makes us rough and hard-hearted

We become suspicious and distrustful

We look for hidden tricks

There are no more sincere deeds

Sophisticated train of chess-like combinations teaching us to feign

Your goal is to cause damage to social surroundings who are your enemies

They are the rivals for resources, for the opportunity to feed your egoism further to assure yourself that you are walking a certain path bringing to hedonism, and you can misappropriate the painstaking work of others’ merits

We ignore request of near and dear, and put ourselves on pedestal of our own ambitions, we create invisible barrier between ourselves and sensible reality

We fence ourselves with useless vanity by gluing up our eyes with soothing mantras about personal superiority

We create nothing and drag into this black hole everything that belongs to others

We fall behind being grinded by the history skyline and our own delusions