We treassure the clear view, No obstacles, No distractions, No free wandering of the mind.
Today, I say, let it fly, Above snow white mountaintops, Above the city of New York, Above the worst landfills, For gravity only exists to challenge it, To, within the ignorance of a Newton, Devour the sweetness of a fig.
As a child, I was never afraid to ask "why?" As an adult, I often forget to ask questions.