Fact’s that this body is a perfect birth and death machine. It could have born and sprouts, could eat, spew and shit, it has the capacity of love and hatred, will dead to the end and then re-formed by new shape or possibly waving on the giant space just like the dusty byproducts of daredevil dead star. I’m not interested to count the fate. The question’s floating over my head since the morning that, -why we considered the body-machine just to be a birth-and-death machine rather to consider it as a perfect killing machine! Why we tried to be silent about its killing capacities. Continue reading The perfect killing machine (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari