Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc
Giving free will, but within certain limitation
I cannot will myself to limitless mutation
I cannot know what i would be if i were not me
I can only guess me
So when i say that i know me, how can i know that?
What kinda spider understands arachnophobia?
I have my senses and my sense of having senses
Do i got them, or they me?
The weight of dust exceeds the weight of settled object
What can it mean, such gravity without a center?
Is there freedom to un-be? is there freedom for will to be?
Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way
We just invent or just assume a motivation
I would disperse, be disconnected
Is this possible?
What a soldier without a _
Being the air, but not be air. being the no air
Being the air, but not be air. being the no air
Beyond the loose neither compacted nor suspended
Had i been free, i could have chosen not to be me
Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill
Demented forces push me madly 'round a treadmill