language — transparent, like the purest water, when things were yet to be named, at the beginning in the cradle of nothingness, where darkness came first, before light, before fire and earth, Oceans, the favourite child, and the sky, with her celestial, feathery friends, lazing on that hazy chasm; from the horizon, emerged forms and words and poetry
25 times the has the sun rotate, legislative makes him a man, but in his mind he’s 5 years behind. Mental progress of a heavy fortress ruins his heavenly haven. A step forward turn to a side setup toward a plunder-swamp. In his setting a corner room where he’s liberated free to roam the www.ild at his pace. Family whom come to visit only to hide their true intentions of company. A hierarchy of last names to enter a prefix have no value towards him. Just his liberation.
isn't it a wonder that confinement from the world into a world of prisoners is punishment & that confinement from the world of prisoners into a world alone in an even greater punishment? - - - then what about those of us that are confined to ourselves by ourselves with our thoughts?