Blue face, fire for hair, looking at me. Strong man rolls up his sleeves. The message is not clear, and your voice here is not real.
Man laying flat on his back. Peering under him I see another, strapped to him, back to back … the second one is face down in the water of the bed, shackled, allowed to come up for a gasping breath of air only occasionally.
How does it know I am sleeping? Sensors … Who is Santa Claus, really? “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.”
People … they run around always telling themselves they must do this or that. They claim to know what strength is. They’ve been observing for some time, many … There are so many more they are not aware of, they have no idea of the strengths deep within those, nor will they. What has been exposed is only a portion of reality. True strength remains private.
Things that don’t make sense, yet are interesting just the same. Those who do not toil have nothing to deeply satisfy them. They look to others for gain.