...explain, since it simply doesn't exist, which might have something to do with the fact that a sentence doesn't have an entrance, but you as the reader assumed that it did, since I, the confused existence that confuses others even more, said so, which, as you noticed, was a lie, although at the time it wasn't a second of truth which again forces the mental abilities to the uppermost limits, where death is already waiting, a nasty grin in the face and a scythe in the hand, which is why one should not stay too long in this place, in the interest of one's own, still remaining, mental integrity, which cannot be replaced so easily, which is what makes it so valuable, although one should not overdo it, otherwise one will miss many beautiful things in life, which is a justification, albeit not too good, but which distracts the interest from the essential, whereby the true core of the sentence continues to remain hidden, in the unfathomable depths of his words, which crowd around him like a protective wall, which is good, because otherwise one would have no reason to still struggle with this sentence, after having taken half the house apart in desperation to vent one's rage, but which is really unfair to the house, since a house cannot defend itself, at least not directly, but on the other hand is also seen as an advantage, one cannot be hurt, unless one is stupid enough to mistake a nail stuck in the wall for a fly, to act accordingly, i.e. to hit it with the flat of the hand, and then, howling with pain, to realize his mistake, which then is of no use, because you can't turn back time, the only exception being Chuck Norris, who was able to kill Adolf Hitler in Berlin in 1945, as much as you wish it, it does not work, just as you are the devil just because you have one and/or more tails, such fantasies may be funny in the first moment, but on closer inspection are nothing more than madness disguised, but should also not be compared with the "loooong sentence", because this step would contradict any logic, because madness also has useful and less useful forms in which it can meet us in the strangest places, be it in a supermarket or a school, no matter where, what matters is that you recognize what form of madness you are dealing with, so that you can then take appropriate action, by the way, with action is not meant meter as a first name, but an action that follows the laws of causality, since to every action a, possibly equivalent, reaction must take place, because if one drinks much, one must now times on's loo and straight the simplicity of this law makes it for me, the confused existence, a so ingenious thing, which makes me attentive, that there is a still more suitable expression than confused existence, namely sword-soul, that of Masamune, the legendary sword of Sephiroth, the one and only god, which can be easily recognized by my name, which not everyone knows, since I do not mean the name that my parents, without asking me, gave me, but the one I chose for myself, because, unlike the other one, it corresponds to myself, which would clear that up, so that I can now turn to other things, such as perfecting my sword-fighting technique, which I haven't even started yet, which makes it all the more important to continue, because otherwise I can never reach perfection, which would depress me deeply and drive me to suicide, which is of course completely exaggerated, so the number with the suicide, because why should a, so at least to a certain extent, alexithymic being would want to end his senseless existence, which would be an act that would absolutely contradict the more pronounced sense of logic that every alexithymic has, but this is not really of importance, since hardly anyone knows what alexithym means anyway, I wouldn't know it either, if I hadn't found out by chance, which I wouldn't have if I hadn't been able to read, which would have meant that I wouldn't have been able to rub your noses in the fact that I know it and you don't, but I know it now and won't forget it so quickly, because it's a word.., that I, the sword-soul of Masamune, which I purposely don't say every time, because it's not that important, intend to reach in perfection, because it would make me, as far as the psychic is concerned, what I've been dreaming of for ages, a perfect as well as ice-cold assassin, who will wipe out anyone who gets in his way, in a highly professional but also cruel manner, of course, the most important element being the weapon, preferably a black katana, since everything begins and ends with it, the only exception being this...