In a forsaken garden,
Sat a young woman,
Unjustly locked in a small cage,
Of obedience and domination, Read more
In the land of Acirema on the late great planet Htrae in the star system long forgotten to time, but not lost to history, lived The Last Oracle. As he wondered thru out the land, stopping to listen and to answer questions put forth to him from those in passing. He carried no book in which to read or write within, he held no staff, he wore no scared garments. His face showed an elegance of youth passed, lines of contemplation mark by his journeys. And he held within his essence the wisdom of the ages past, present and future which carried thru his eyes and words of thoughts.
With the garden before her a young woman stood,
In parallel to her equal truthfully expressing,
Her new found independence,
From a duality of blind compliance,
And an unwarranted supremacy of a singularity,