He stands ahead, body stretched and mind taut. His eyes lay simply in his head, focused on the near-to-be, but his mind is far away, intertwined with the words of the some philosopher unbeknownst to all but his disciples.

Some great gust of wind twists his hair around the air and itself. This is ignored as he works together puzzle pieces which form into a picture of an emerald lizard in the depths of his oft-gone mind. The lizard slowly thrashes its tongue, letting words such as 'Love', 'Nothing', & 'End' fall, burning the image on his unseeing mind. A sound follows shortly, making love to the now steadily flowing words, until they are all but the Same.

But his mind is open to nothing but the words of this strange creature, who is Himself, and His philosoper, and God all the same. Thusly, he falls into a pit of rapture and eternity. His worlds hold nothing, and his words fall, empty, onto the broken pavement of the L.A. streets, only to be picked up and shouted by mass confusion.

His words know madness, for that is all his mind can see.