pevenovich
He was lost. At least, he lost himself before he lost all. Once again, he thought that way. Could be not all, but was him all. He didn't lose nothing, because he never had it. Could be not all right, or good, but when he had sure that he lost, he begins to find all about himself. Raising stone by stone of all he knows that he's not, he's lifting all by himself. He's now his own temple.