This is a tale of an emerging I-land, Where S for society is negligibly silent. Organs with ideals loud, in it were big three, And very unlike the alphabet, it all began with C; Noble in initials, C took I to some gain, Many say now evident, it intents not the same; Boisterous B began unlike, religion its fundamental, Short not sweet its reigns, looks for strong revival; Parading all virtuous, swaying gazes along comes A, "Lets promise I to glory," says, "C and B can only decay"; Misery sea stepping feet, I-landers simply look on, Can any hold the surges, least survival be forgone; Step up, say I, I-landers, its we who make state, Just not C, B or A, A to Z build the alphabet; Master if we language, that makes I for all, No wave too strong to flood, eternally we can stand tall!
I sincerely try to follow and ponder over all that stimulates me... beauty, innocence, violence, emotion, action, reaction and so on. Find my take on all these in this blog.