Walking through the Mongolian desert a few hundred years ago drumming
Silhouettes of fire burning the flesh and resting as a hawk flying the empty skies
They left us there tonfind our way into this war zone to understand human nature
We did not understand a thing we became mirrors in ponds of water and wells where we could absorb the feelings of reflections and learn to entertain ourselves with feelings emotions and chess
Strategy has a meaning in all forms of manipulation as a separate me.
We learned to adapt to this illusion living for thousands of years now and ending up being afraid of death
The ships are gone and we are stranded for ever in circles of the inconceivable , thinking we are alone unloved abandoned we learn how to hate and destroy and this is something we hide from us by seeking pleasure