You start asking some questions, somewhere that pervious answers aren’t sufficient. Nothing matches. It is farmer dimensions, which surprise you. You search... The charge in perspective is so high which everything is different and you ask yourself and search for something new, what is more important. In which page can I find it? Who am I? Who heart me from my inner? I search but it does not exist any more, there is no answer. You have to accept that since now you should continue with out asking and you couldn’t live in your own life anymore. You should change your self and face to the real world and you should change and review this poetry with you self. Human pocket is superior to his body ...and exactly these Clothes make the man. (Saadi was one of the major Persian poets, and the main poem is human body is superior to his pocket ... Clothes don’t make the man)
