Jan 25 2009
Straw Man 16
These are the cyclical ruminations of an old man, trying to make sense of life in the grand perspective of creation. He was really optimistic at the start of his journey through the ages. Now he can see the process at work. His elders have always told him, time and again, of how innocence is lost and wisdom is gained through strife and turmoil. No matter how young he was at the time, it had already gotten old. As he walked across the soot dusted path, the man raised his head with a sickening crack, followed immediately by an ancient profanity, that not even the parched and dying trees around him could remember. While he rubbed his neck the ash laden ash’s questioned each other, in their excruciatingly lengthy tongue of creeks and groans, as to what the argent haired man said.
