The Red Jeep said to the Blue Jeep that it was late. What is the point of hurrying if you don’t know where you are going, replied the Blue Jeep.
Sure the circle is round and the track is wide, beautiful vistas stretched within and beyond me, prints are taken, but the journey is not free.
What is the price you ask? It is different for everybody. Though ultimately all agree to pay, and thus the journey begins.
But someone must know where I have reached. This guy in blue safety helmet might reveal.
Hey! Hey! Hey-hey! The man replied not, real the man was not, it was all plastic, just an image. It bounced off voices and that was enough for many. Still is.
The Red Jeep asked the Blue Jeep that if it followed the echoes or not. What is the point of following an echo when you can’t hear your own voice, replied the Blue Jeep.
- The Poet, The Sound
- The Child, The Feminine, The God
- The Sun, The Moon, The Earth
- Begin and End Like a Raag