What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
it has been a long winter this year i wounder if that wolf there felt as cold as me and is he crying for the warmth
ReplyDeleteDear KB,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to this blog. :-) Perhaps he is...
'...and between the silence of summer noons, the pour of her ringtones...'
ReplyDelete-Parvati