And what is life? Some people say that life is theater. Other people say that life is a madhouse. Art lovers say life is a picture. Every person sees this life in his own way. Is there any life at all? Who are we? Or maybe people are just microparticles of another being? And maybe Bernard Verber is right in his books? One of his quotes remains in my memory for a long time: "Life is making a frame, and you paint a picture." If you do not take responsibility for writing a painting, others will write it for you. "