Music, words, and imagery. A truth seeking wanderer.
Every lifetime has its ups and downs, peaks and valleys, flurries of activity and depressions or lulls — and ultimately, its end. The same can be said for a forest, a tribe, state or nation; a civilization, a religion, or a species.
This world is oriented toward money. We see it as an ultimate means to an end, and many believe it as an end unto itself. It’s ridiculous; how can we pray to an ideal, or mythic, artificial construct that only really exists as an idea someone made up?
Oh, wait.
