Book2:KigdomIteDreams
al?Thestarsrotateontheirorbitarainsrunoracks.Whataboutmyfleshbodyandfate?Theirretionshipismuddledandirregur.Sometimesmyfleshbodyfollowsfate,whileinothersinstatakesthingsintoitsownhands,strivingandstrugglingtopullthingsontoarack.OhdearGod!Itisyouwhocreatedme.Ihavebutonegoal–tobeearovingtroubadour.Buthatwishhasbeenthwarted.AhdearGod!Siwasyouwhocreatedme,whydidyoupythistrithemomentofmyceptionandputthisblemishintoyourcreation,takingawaymysight,prohibitingmefromhavingthefulluseofallmysenses.Iamlikealootiveabahedesotewilderness,lefttothemercyoftherain,thewindandtheerosionoftime.Myfleshbodyisimprisonedinacell,passivelyandaimlesslyenduriuralprocessofaging,waitingfortimetobeexpendedandthendie.Whyshou