he who was is dead. he who is, is dying. this is the magical circle of life. yet before the final demise, his duty to nature is to split himself into progeny, and heirs. it is the circle of life. thus it was written by juan, thus it was done, by many, into the infinite nothing. into the abysmal void of futility. the melee of the many, starting from the single celled, opaque ones who came from the bang. a mighty bang bang bang and smoke - then lights out. as for ra-fa, the bang was a disappointing one, and the progeny, plagued with down syndrome.
~red