Man is a bellicose species.
Natural phenomena are perceived both as life and enemies.
God is the rain. Fear is the thunder.
Being in urban environment he fights against the power, other humans and time.
Politics, religions and societies take the place of nature but they cannot really replace it.
We lack of our natural lifestyle but it is yet impossible to give away from the social.
We are stuck in a hole of evolutionary procedures.
That's why we are all depressed we'll never be totally happy.
Is art our survival kit?
Is it the rope to bring us outside the hole or to hang ourselves from that old bulb on the ceiling?