If one looks for love in familiar places, one is perhaps bound to encounter it on the alternative paths we use to reach that destination. Or at least, so it seems to be the case.

For in some transitional centers of humans, of which the odds are beyond recognition, because they make no sense whatsoever. One is bound to encounter thousands and thousands of people, and the further one looks into the crowd, the smaller the odds become to actually look around. And if then, for some silly reason, and a silly chain of events, winding up into a silly moment in time. One might just silly somehow chance upon a rare event of cheer coincidence.

It is strange how all the great events in my life, somehow sum themselves up in short daily or weekly spans after one another. Making swift ends with my past and making swift possibilities for swift contemplations, so that I swiftly finish the present to sway onto the future.
And then slowly come to senses again.

So I met this girl,

And she is a charm,

Soft cheeks and blue eyes,

Kind of brown black hair,

Intertwined with a hell of

A character, that I have

Become to appreciate.
Rolling my eyes, and

Oh my, how much more

Kindred contemplations

Are encapsulating my mind?

Maybe that tomorrow might

Paralyze my baffled state of mind?

Maybe She calls..

At least If I just want to finish up this Acrostic business card to somewhat represent the irony of faith...

And so, one finds things where one doesn't look for them, again. And if you got guts naturally.

Traveling in a crowded doubly,
On a trains track, where I go rarely,
I met a pretty lady, she made me nervous,
She called me on, and left me breathless,
And she said

“Do you come from a town down under?
With farmer men raw, and women slender?
Can't you see me act strange and blunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”

I met this queer man selling muggles.
He was, five feet far and full of freckles.
I said, “how 'bout down under language?”
He just frowned and sad he wasn't limburgish
And he said,

I come from a town down under,
Where beer is thrown, and left to wander,
Can't you see, can't you see them squander?
You better run, you better take cover

Now walking a town down middle,
With a fuzzy head, and something feudal
I ask to woman, “Are you trying to tempt me?'
Cos I too come from the land of plenty!
And she said

Oh! Do you come from a town down under?
Where beer is thrown, and left to wander?
Can you see me act strange and blunder?
You better love, you better take over !

(Repeat three times.)

And now yourself:

Upon a beautiful day, the gods called upon me for an inquiry, or a solicitation if I were to believe them. A strange invitation for a mortal with benefits.

I rose out of my bed, out of my house, barefoot walking away as is deemed necessary for humans. And then eventually, once out in the open, and so during normal working hours practically invisible for humans that are too afraid to dream. I put my first step into the sky, from which I'll have to walk about 5 hours, before I reach beyond the clouds. Luckily my divinity of steps slightly increase with height. As is with everything, the higher we are up in the clouds, the more divine we asses ourselves to be. However we will still die if we fall from too high an elevation.

Eventually I rose up to the cubicle table a debaters heaven, Zeus, Vishnu, Allah, Patris Christi, Thor, Anubis etc. All there, one more deteriorated then the other. For they flew above a faithless and retched land. And they scuttle my mind to prevent me from downgrading the elevation of the conversation with my vocal expressions. But no matter what gods might tell me, I shall never let anything or anyone silence my words and speech. And they know, this is the land where I am king, where my words, my thoughts, are just exactly what the world is about. And where sheets of written paper can enchant people so much more that books full of assumptions.

As their inner voices silence over my impending speech, their pupils widen and all face me.

'Thoughts has called upon me, Why?'

I was offered to join the ranks of gods, the immortals...

A tempting offer for those who seek to confirm assumptions and ridicule. A tempting offer for those who do not understand what the world is about. A tempting offer for those who do not value life at all. And gods know. They know that even though none remember whether it is them who were created from the wretched killing, or that the wretched killing is but a manifestation of the nature of the divine. I have no nature alike such...

'No'

Upon these words the looks averted from me. Gazed upon one another, and eventually they succumbed; 'Aspectu Verus, is how existence is most propperly defined, and hence we lose our use...' And I fell, I dropped from heaven, down, and down, and down. Just smiling before waking up, in my own bed, next to her. With blue eyes, and black hair.