Perhaps the universe is observer created, at least to a large extent. I hardly care anymore. That was yesterday's fascination (and I use the terms "yesterday" and "fascination" loosely here).

So. My point was --

-- Where was I? Oh yes. Watching. Simply watching.

Learning with my eyes, but not my soul. Learning with my ears, but not my heart.

Boots.

I

sometimes still hear the call of the moon, the dew, the damp road. Cracked pavement crooks its finger at me, and I harken.

No one knows why, and that's just fine. But...

Ah, my lips are sealed. My tongue is ragged and bloody.