From: roffexx@gmail.com   
      
   The Trickster   
      
   Dylan is on high grounds, everyone gets glimpses of this, time to time.   
   And everyone this high are fighting, like Gandalf, against the monsters   
   of epics and of worlds. And everyone acts like monsters of the world.   
      
   Time is gathering as wisdom gathers among man. But we are all living   
   in the same garden. Some, like Eve, listen to the snake. And some   
   listens to Eve. The Bible repeats like sun repeats after rain.   
      
   Dylan is a trickster but seen only this way by those who sees   
   tricksters. Dylan is an alchemist, a pierrot and a magician. Made   
   for the Men of Powers to be informed. For the Women of Shade.   
      
   The money flowing like waters and lives spent in glory and in vain.   
   But still no man’s fool or friend. This is the sad truth about the   
   feast of the child for no gain than for the joy of the guests.   
      
   Dylan, I do not want to disturb the feast. But say, do you really   
   know that the price is fair and paid in good manners? And not by some   
   not wanting to go to the show of Good and Bad? Are you sure, really?   
      
   Because the magician can see the top of the mountain, but the stones   
   in its base? The sea beneath also, but the fishes under? And the fields   
   of grass, but the straw itself?   
      
   -- LeoK -- October 2005   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)