My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
Reality is blocked by form and image.
Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.
You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.
The final flight make your last journey from this strange world soar for the heights where there is no more God has created your wings not to be dormant as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings to show you're alive.