Her eyes move to the water that spreads in the air. And in the fragment of the second, between two drops, angel catches her eyes and her thoughts and feelings. What a world? What a theatre….What is the sense of it all? All I see, I feel, think, do? I am tired. But, who am I? Who- am- I?
Once upon a time there was a Clown. His life was full of experiences in lots of different colors. He could have been happy, playful and smiling, but also sad and lonely. As clown should be. He could play lots of different roles, but who he really was? That was what he has also liked to know.
Once upon a time, actually before the time, there was an infinite world containing all possible infinities. It was life field and play ground of infinite beings, later known as gods. And once upon a time, before the time, some of those beings wanted to experience limitedness. How they came upon such idea, who knows, but there was no law in their world forbidding it.
You don’t exist! And never did. And it is not a mistake. You have read this rightly. So you wanted to step out of it in some real world, into the light. You became seeker, seeker for the way out. How it looks like - that real world - you don’t know, but you are sure that such world has to exist, world which is quite fit for you, exact reflection of your longing for it.
Vagabund is a name for someone who has no home, no permanent address, but wanders through the world. Does he seek for something? For some better place? As if no place is good enough to keep him stay permanently.