Overall and inspite of ourselves we remain captives within an alien land.
A land given to us from birth.
A land whose geographical definition is irrelevent
for it is only the nectar of nationalism which further
tightens our bonds and suffocates our reason.
The walls surrounding us have many names and are
colored in many different hues which we in our thrashing about perceive as one and name it
prison.

A communicant would ask you questions rather than seek answers because it is the easier path to knowledge, and in the alleged provision of an answer the communicator sacrifices himself/herself to his his/her own vanity.
A vanity which is by far his/her greatest enemy.

The gluttons of society would eat alive its' artists under the pretext of adulation.
Let them adulate but do not tarry to explain your motivation and watch those who would adore you turn away from you and call you mad.
Mad because they not you wish you to provide questions which they call answers.

Prison is but a structure of the mind which brings us closer to our enemies.
The enemy is not your fellow man, the enemy is
not a polluted environment, the enemy is not living in the realm of ther unperceptive, but is always close by waiting and enticing one to fall.
Assuming of course that one is first of all erect in nature.

What is the name of your demon, or do you refuse to call upon him/her and dispel his/her presence by calling him/her a foolish thought and a wasteful pursuit.
Is not the demon multi-directional?
From which path do we define its' morality, is it a good or evil omen?
If it is good why? If it is evil how is it defined?
Prison

Why being land born creatures do we constantly attempt to fly?
Is it not because we recognize if but instantaneously that we are not now existing in our normal state?
The motivation of the creator lies in the ability to attempt escape from the prison of the captors and in so doing not becoming a captor for it is then one loses.

Kindred creatures enjoy and pursue this existence together in harmony through and because they know each other and recognize the things about themselves which they do not waste time defining.
Our duty then is not to question the creator but through creation elicit our own answers for if the work is complete we shall find the answer to our questions emblazoned throughout creation.

So we shall not in haste say our work is incomplete because we will not or cannot formulate the question.
Prison
Escape
Enemy.
Who is the captor?
My muse or yours.

Random thoughts are sometimes meaningless and at best therapeutic.