hero's always die a terrible (yet heroic) death, and are usually eventually forgotten. only legends live forever in their beyond; but alas, i am neither a hero nor a legend. i am not even an insightful mind, and certainly incapable of learning from my miss steaks. yumm, i do like steaks! moving forward, before i split for the day, feeling like a harvester of the fields. like a deposed titan, perhaps the almighty cronus, father of the king of all gods, one many civilizations call the sun, yet others the son, and further others the one, it comes to be discovered the all of it all has always revolved around the mighty mother and the game she started just for fun. gaia, you have given and taken so much, and you have made it all so intriguing. from you we become, and to you we return. from one to many, and from many to none.
~red, a color certainly present during the big bang