VO O II C CE ES S V on days of sharpening flint by fires and babies wrapped in banana leaves, soft and eager, they cried out to the world and a whole tribe rejoiced — for among the cold and danger of this world a new joy had been opened up for them.
in time, over the sound of guns and cannons, shrieks of fear and pain and hunger — unrelenting is the sound of the waves, the birds, the trees and the winds. they sound out benignly as a reminder that the world remains as it always was, gentle and beckoning.
dear daisy in the field, so lovely and innocent, tell me, what do you know of this world and its addled, courageous beings? i have been here since the birth of adam; i have witnessed slaughter and rapture alike. within me is a soul privy to every desire humans could ever have.
you may see faceless buildings and warcraft and children who hurt animals and mothers who do not stop them — but you will also see tenderness like no other you will see willingness to help, to serve; you will feel gentle hands pluck you softly and place you in the hair of a sweet voiced lover.
— the sun whispers into the ear of a daisy, by niha / right: autism, by juul
