Here I am complete with feet, a free heart, good comment writing, a few friends, Hope for Bernie Sanders for President, a lot of good music, competency, spirit and love, all rolled up into a solitary, lonely deprived life, stolen through cheats, murders and thieves.
A whole stinking lot to say, endlessly knowing in profound, truthful and accurate realities of life, the world and humanity. Mine is a world philosophy, rejected by fools, killed by criminals and starved through lack of love. I am love, heart, goodness, truth, emotions and spirit. They tried to kill me but I am not going to die. I will, perhaps, walk an endless road of lonely solitude, with hope found only in solitary things, but I will survive. I have feet and that might allow for company, An endless series of one time things. And God knows, I know, are and am, so much better then he is. He just won't admit it.
How about that Southern Cross, huh? Failed the world, and being that his purpose in life is to keep birds caged so as to feed himself and his children, he has not only failed the world, he failed himself in not keeping the bird where he wanted to keep him.