Minds at war, in a universe of opinion. I think of onions in a pickle jar. The misery of man with ego expectancy, in the dead man’s dump of democracy’s three-card trick.
Total failure, disguised as patriotic victories, caressing earthly labyrinths in wonderland, not aware of being naked.
Take it as high as this universes power can reach, and you will find there a frightened child, unnamed unloved, but, knowing the answer to it all.