What would The Great Buk think about all of that?
Where would He put all of Them, if He only knows what I know; if He only feel the same anxiety? How far would He strip all of Their truths in front of Them and push Them down- instead of me? He wouldn't pull HimSelf up; (un)gratefully He would think about HimSelf as a different and maybe nod His head in irony of all that truths and stupid attempts to be 'Elite' idiots- if They only know what 'Elite' is ?
He would maybe say to all that such thing doesn't exist; because They can't comprehend 'level' and can't imagine ThemSelf on a certain 'level'.
He would shorten the story, before He continue toward depths who wouldn't be understood and They would be left there confused... Before going astray in Their heads ... Where, obviously- is a lot of space to wander around.
in this cage some songs are born
Where do all truths came from- for which truthfulness They claim it's true, but never seen with Their Eyes?
Where do They derive all wisdom from- for which wisdom They claim it's wise, but never reached enough Time?
Where do They absorb all the intellect from- for which intellect They claim it's intelligent, but never been used?
Where do all Their ideas came from- for which ideality They claim it's ideal, but never been used for ThemSelf?
Where do They dry up all of the Lakes of strong Love from- for which salubrity They claim it heals, if They're still ill??
Oh, fools... Even You and Me!
Love is a drop of Water in the palm of Your Hand...
They don't have Time for that, distracted with Their intellect...
Stay positive! Alice.