Pitter pattered patterns of raindrops on top of hot rocks that dissapear like beer when celebrating cheer. Chess peers peering at profiles wildly written, blindingly trying to define while hiding true lies, true feelings, and dying demons. But it's seemin to me that the sun beaming energy to this little earth, teeming with activities, represent our existence to all the galaxies. Peace to those who look east to the sun, and commit their lives and god's life as one. E-zay. NN