green_fields king kong NINJA a quest embarked on, passes through green fields. the grass blows in the wind, every morning each difference adds up to the same. it is the hero's first time in these fields. it will be his last. he marches on to what is required of him, by tyrannical heart which beats within him, beyond negotiation. he sees the grass lulled on by the wind, the trees growing, fruit dropping off of gnarled trees, a grandfather setting his grandchild down to rest. he knows there are a million quests in each field. but they cannot and must not matter, if anything is to be anything. 030415 ... ferret fields, of any color, make me think of extreme tranquility. 030415 what's it to you? who go blather from