I heard a story of a man that keeps good company with beasts. I heard of a
wild bull that bleed for the entertainment of rational kind creatures. It
was the woman inside the tree that told me the story. It went a bit
something like this:
‘My child hear here from the eternal one, from the one that moves in a
different sphere where ghosts find warmth. Hear the story of those you
are made of, those you are, those you can never escape being
build upon.
‘A man that finds comfort in the company of beasts has knowledge beyond
the knowledge that can be told. His words sound of madness
and his wisdom is more than other man can understand. He
will leave the veil of reality and move through reality itself. He will
become a forgotten legend, a bedtime story fear. He will be the reason
for real madness if you understand what real means.
‘A bull that has the comfort of living a good life, of having the best of the
kindness of man, will taste bitter death in confusion. It’s all very
rational in the world that you live. It’s the way of those trapped in the
veil of reality, those who probably never pass on to the other side,
those who will never understand true knowledge. The bull will bleed
and the people will applaud. Tradition my dear, they call it an
important part of a man’s life. To watch a scared creature being
stabbed over and over stumbling upon a closed arena struggling for
the next step.’
I heard the stories of the bull and the man in more detail, as she went on
telling me of their birth, families and death. The fear of moving into
reality trembled within. Oh what safety it’s the thin veil over someone’s
eyes. I learned of the difficulties of those who leave and the reasons of
those who refuse to move. The lady inside the tree burned into the
light of dawn, “the book of revelations“, she said, “has never been lost,
yet to be read by many.” “But will they understand?”, I shouted at the
morning light. “Did you understand!?”, came a faded voice melting into
the sky.


Reality is has reality does in the mind of those who are left in the real of
that that they believe to see, to feel, to be. Reality never expands it
simply remains, but the reality perceived is forever in change. Reality
plays and reality is fear, and reality stays even when eyes are
asleep or simply closed. Reality hurts and reality loves, reality is as
much alive as the lives we hold. Reality keeps and reality falls, reality
never stops for moving thoughts. Reality will go on when there’s
no one left to touch, reality will build new from the old, and
reality will always remain.