30.12.2025
S: A boy called Leonardo loved the birds. He watched the birds. He wanted to be the birds.
The genius felt the spirit of the birds.
A: You talk enough of this.
S: Drenched in the grey colours of sorrow, waiting indefinitely for a chance to move, I looked up into the trees. There were pigeons frolicking in the heights above mere man. Whatever my genius, I can never be the bird.
A: Why the bird?
S: You cannot curse the bird.
A: And?
S: A man does not possess the freedom of the bird. Nomads, they wander in the realm of the heavens. They do not have to deal with the haters, non-men and cowards like the genius, those that think they are human but are not. The birds do not have to taste the cheapness and meanness that is this life in this culture and this world.
A: Cut off the shackles that bind you to this world. Become the bird. Become free.
S: Freedom is hungry. Freedom asks for an army.
A: The Tiger is not the bird. You were born to fight. To defend the honour of The Mother. You cannot escape destiny.
S: There will never be the day when we fly in heaven. The earth demands.
diary of a lone man 