No food in my tray, no water in my bottle, no sand beneath my paws, no angels guarding my airbox thus creating a halo of tragedy and beauty.
Left to decay with poor immune system and a powerful will to decease and end such parochial agony, Nature never took its course.
Is the rodent alive or merely a frame of what once was a lively living thing?
Is the rodent dead or just a reanimated corpse set to auto-pilot, never to reflect?
Why doesn't God treat us all the same?
Why do we bear his crucifix to repel the evil, if he is testing us with it?
If Evil is God-given - why not embrace it.
Didn't Confucius embrace the consequences of all actions disregarding their direction?
isn't Chemistry about the "endo" and "exo"?
Why is then the Ultimate Good eternally ruling everything and nothing if he has the same saying on it just like the opposite side?
If he's struggling with Evil for victory or po
Dance upon the various
Bodies of water
There are many lakes and ponds
But there is only one moon
Structures of steel cross
Above the turpid liquid
Leaving the serene
Evanescent picture of
Life underneath the surface
Species of fish swim
Dazzling the onlookers
Scales lighting the path
To the manifestation
Of the shimmering display