Moving towards the sound and lights of the trains,
The kobold comes to a great ToadFrog looking into a black reflection pond.
"I'm a beautiful creature,
what do you know? You can't even speak right. "
the kobold realized that there are no words when witnessing all the stories of the reflections.
Burning embers interrupt her beautiful reflection,
the hissing STEAM smells of morning mist.
The pain from grasping the Ember moves the feet buried in the muck.
When 3 eggs and 3 sperm start out so similar, I almost wonder if there is really all that different in the end. It's almost like light fractured through a prism that creates the different colors that we see. It is all the same, but just a different perspective of the same idea. I wonder if the whole population is a prism of some cosmic unifying force? I look at me and my brothers and and wonder at our differences. It makes me think of quantum theories and parallel universes. If every thought is capable of happening in some universe, then maybe everything and everybody is just like a fractured beam of light from a unifying central point of commonality.
