On The Meaning Of Otherness

 

Today I feel my tongue in my mouth, like a turtle in a cage. It scuds
across the roof and we consider "our" skull, dropping in like Stonehenge
through the gums.

Could it be that 6 Billions souls share this feeling with me, but never
quite.

I will believe that the World is one
When you taste fish-paste soup,
And I cry, "Halleluiah,
that was good!" 

Kirk Jordan

 

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