To whom is it I write these words?
Echoing in my head... Cast out into the Void... To the Everything... For some distant reader... Invoking precious thought, causing birds to flight, as seen through a rain spattered window.
Thoughts translated by a man using symbols evolved from etchings in stone. The infantile steps, attempting to communicate with the outside... To the birds flying past his cave...
What could I write that would stir a moment to the soul behind the eyes? It is but a remembering... A vision of flight from the windows of my mind...
Like the great explorers before us, who went into uncharted seas, we now become adventurers into a new age. Where the drive to live is based on Peace, Love and Joy.
Who will be so daring to leave the pre-existing comforts of slavery to a system of power, money and greed?
Who will untie from the dock and set a course for harmony with all life?
Individually, we embark together on this journey to the once known and soon remembered...
T
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