the turtle story...a start.
once a time upon ago before the i that i know now i was a turtle. things i was not were many. things i was were few. i was proud; it was taken away. it is not pride. it is what i was proud of and must find. this is the story as i know it and as you will know it. the other may know it and it may not be the same.
in the time before the i that i know now turtle life was not like it is today. maybe you, you who is reading this, do not think of turtle past. sure that where you are is where you have been and where you are going. back in the day way before the day that was before today turtles were admired. for being a turtle meant your were that much closer to the end. not death end; life end. not all turtles were ready for the final leap. some turtles become content and lose their way. some turtles get so lost that signs for the rest must be made. had i a name turtles across the world would curse it still because i lost my way and signs were made.
in the time before the i that i know now turtle life was not like it is today. maybe you, you who is reading this, do not think of turtle past. sure that where you are is where you have been and where you are going. back in the day way before the day that was before today turtles were admired. for being a turtle meant your were that much closer to the end. not death end; life end. not all turtles were ready for the final leap. some turtles become content and lose their way. some turtles get so lost that signs for the rest must be made. had i a name turtles across the world would curse it still because i lost my way and signs were made.