Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the Earth. --Walt Whitman

We each take our toll like seeds who remember nothing,

We every member know,
without clarity, that the beginning is like the ending,
we just know,
and if the human who undertakes the night would guess right he or she might be nothing or everything.

It is like that here.

Every voice equal in the night.

Bless you forever.

Forget what we know and begin again without prejudice, please.

Sound-blips, preconceived emotional tendencies like wind without substance.

Bless you.

Morgos.