Because Generosity is Atrocity

A life ends when there are no more words.

An empty mouth, between wordless flapping lips.

And after that a soul, stuck for so long trying to fly inside the body,

can finally begin as a bird.

Imagine: each person –

either man or woman or else –

enters the air on wings made of

emerald feathers and thin skin, hatched from an

egg.

Souls have traveled since the inception of it all.

Some certain amount

started on the other end of the

spectrum. Well, if we are the most

successful living things,

suddenly we

speculate there was a

specific

single

starter being,

simply undeveloped to the farthest extent, opposite man.

Still, a unit of life soon would evolve over billions of years into a

silly apeman who enjoys

sterilized sex and food and

sleeping in front of his

sweet, sweet screens.

Sure.

So why don’t we

share something?