Perfection
In North West Sampuria I stand over the cliffs and gaze into history. I witness everything beautiful. Clouds in the upper Shen rift valley break, and seeps through a golden vale; the vale of light ignites the chalk cliffs that oppose me.
Only now do I truly see the magnificence of the Earth, the ranges of rock and ice, the creatures, and the sea's, the life...
Salt water wells in my eyes as war rages past my face; blood is spilt upon the fields of Europe, the deserts of Africa and the Jungles of Asia.
Now I sense music, joy is splashed across all who taste it; music is unique, it drives emotions into our core and bonds us with our neighbours.
Nations rise and fall thought the ages, creating: empires, art, science, language and belief. The structures we form are our strongholds, places of worship, places of work and home.
Inspiration strikes me like lightning. We need to make the world perfect...