affame_le_geant_blind fyn gula chapter and verse, saumboo was dazed and befuddled by his sudden whereabouts. he sat on the hay near the dog that never sleeps and closed his eyes. what he didn't know as memory played in the theatre of his mind this film of his soul, is that when he opened his eyes he would be a blind man. maris den cie. the welcomed intrusion. how long do we savor happiness? do we know its timeless quality? it's unbreakable. it will not disintegrate. saumboo screamed like a child suddenly cast into pitch black when the secure world of warmth and light is extinguished. he had turned himself inside out with terror as if by losing his sight, he had been violently pressed down until one sixth of who he was, was squeezed from his body with an agony indescribable. if someone would have been holding him, perhaps a father who does not let up on this embrace of necessary love, they would have felt what breath he had left leap from his lungs, bereft. and then two seconds of utter silence followed by a primal cry as the spirit, on it's way to heaven, lunges back into the body. saumboo was alone. he was scared. he was blind. he was helpless. the tears exploded from his swollen eyes and his grief and shock was so severe that drool dropped from his lips frozen in the position of desolation. he shook with great sobs that no one witnessed. 020423 what's it to you? who go blather from