I Have an Orange, How Shall I Serve You
Maybe it is the mind itself in search of validating its own process of thought that brings all ideas to mind in the hours of life that are passing without acknowledgement. Our lives have gathered from the ancient of days in scripts and paintings of lives lived among the turbulent and the postulate places of other thinkers, who through combined observances and gatherings of their own senses, felt need to develop their appreciations of life in the various forms we read, see, hear today. Maybe it is all of our fleshliness that is being asked to be denied, that is so in need of beginning to appreciate the afore attained knowledge. What more can one think than to delve into the mind of many a thinker to see the experiences that brought them to the palette of life in expressions of sounds to both excite and to calm, to awaken and to assemble, that have reached within them to etch their thoughts of their surroundings upon parchments of scrolls made from the grasses of fields sewn near rive...