The rope has no hope. It is just the end.
It is the structure that counts! Is it balanced?

The gallows turned into a Libra.
The weight... the value are not equal.
That’s way the gallows – Libra has no rest.
Even dead wood aspires balance!
When it’s raining or humid I will expand, when its dry I will contract.
Will the value of people ever be equal?
It is all about the attempt... 
not the success! and not even the failure.
Just the attempt!!!
I’m not a real boy! I’m trying to be one...
and I will always be just trying.
excerpts First Nature

By Omri Harmelin
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