The bird sings free, it’s voice echoing throughout the world. Her voice is that on radios, TVs, billborads and mothers humming the tunes to aid their babe’s sleep.

The bird sings as if her life is that of her voice, as if she is no more than such, that The Voice is free. That all whom listen, do so in joy, for that is how the bird feels.
The bird ( Read more... )

Would you rather:

A. Live forever?

OR

B. Die of old age ?

I suppose, if one wanted, they could live forever. It is possible; to always replace every faulty organ, every inch of skin... even your mind and your soul. It’s possible- but not preferable.

As for the dying of old age? Who does that? Who actually lives past fifty anymore? If you ( Read more... )