Statisticians, in their
turn, noted down in their papers the unprecedented discovery of
an astonishingly complete population of the above-mentioned
category.
Life went through its normal range of heart-perceived phases in
the Garden where I was born. The full meaning of the cycle
light-darkness was heard echoing even in the pulsations of the
fungi attached to the trunks of the trees. And yes, there were
parasites, the concept of parasitism (or there was symbiosis, if
you wish) in the Garden of Eden. As for me, I was always lonely,
never found a friend because friends showed up when I wasn't
looking and disappeared quickly when I turned around. All by
myself night and day, I found these petty pleasures which were my
major concerns and top 10 on my personal Being Humane Scale. Thus
I loved to watch the ritual of metamorphosing our reality into
the reality of dreams overnight, and having read some Freud, I
was always wondering who fell asleep first, the tree or the
fungus, the host or the ghost. I loved to watch the world change
coordinates with the Silent Heaven of the Angels, in the sense
that nothing mean could be said while people's minds were half-
alive, that is deeply asleep to the eyes of this world.
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