Listen to the birds and you realize there is no such thing as sound, it is a feeling, your soul. Open your eyes and see too that the river, it is the skies, the stars, the immortal, your soul. No thought is original, it is personality, a mask. What we feel no one else can feel, it is us, me, my soul, our soul. It is feeling love and everything. Opening oneself up to a river, learning from it and letting it into you, one feels love, the swirl glass of forever night stars. The river is not of this trivial society, but flowing, connecting and one with my soul. A feeling of love.