From: PEYOTESOUL <PEYOTESOUL@aol.com>
Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 12:12:00 EST


Early on ,
twenty seven centuries ago,
a man lie downtrodden in a pool of his own feces , how would he rise , where would he go , what to do,
the solution was simple,
but he was but a simple being ,
of varying stability and means,
lost in his own insecurity he employed others, day after day and night after night he was refining his intellect , smarter the man of great misunderstanding , feared is the man who understands,
lost is the man that conforms ,
where do we all fit in ? ,
the meaning of life is of an unearthly language, we may never understand ,
however if we fail to visualize ,
we all shall die in a world of shit...