Who said those thoughts now in the air? Desire explodes into light with a rush of air causing my hair to fall out and fly to the ground creating small villages that I could see grow and prosper with thousands of people bustling around all from my vantage point in the sky hovering and waiting and observing freedom in action desire in action with out guilt or good or evil. Many who claim to understand have never fallen.

Animals with long tongues appear spontaneously from the wind, the only warning being the pungent odor of excrement. They observe me with their dark eyes caressing me with their vision. Low monotone voices, like chanting, reverberate in by ears. Source, the frontal lobe of my brain.

Worship women with hairy armpits; the underarm hair is a key to what their bush looks like. Talented, an easy mind takes off issuing reports; landslide into submission with rumors of the blood sacrifice. The loudspeaker summoned foreskins to the city center; the Gatherer stored them in his mouth and transported them to the sky. One dimensional cultivation of the truth. The foreskins were given a kings burial in the clouds. The rain of blood and flesh lasted days.