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[dragon_han]

In the early childhood…
I searched for the lady…
In a huge radio receiver…
She told fairy tales to me every evening...
I looked into a whole and sometimes I saw...
Each of us can glance in itself …
To look for this "lady"…
Which produces the ideas, words, actions...
Or maybe there is nobody there?
Maybe we’re just the receivers?..
Maybe ideas and actions are not ours?..
Maybe we just reproduce it and consider it as "ours"?..
Maybe we are not different, but just there are different frequencies?..
On which we are adjusted...
We can accept then...
That we do not choose what to play...
Music or a terrible play...