Even typewriters must die! They usually die a violent death. As everything we humans create goes by. Only the truly valuable exists permanently. But what is really valuable, what is permanent? How much genius lies within the things that surround us? How much innovation and creativity in each detail! Inexorably new stuff is created, and the new gives birth to the newer. Creativity knows no bounds. Ideas build on ideas, build on ideas, build on... Created for the eternity of the next few days. Until the next step. A constant metamorphosis, a permanent change. Hope lies only in the transience of the rainbow. This is how all makes sense!