Sunday, January 28, 2018

the gang of elders

In the olden days, I wanted to know the world of men, So I ran with them. Gangs of men.
I wanted to know the world of women. So I ran with them. Gangs of women.
I wanted to know the world of hand to hand fighters. So I ran with them. Gangs of hand to hand fighters.
I wanted to know the world of academic intellectuals. So I ran with them. Gangs of academic intellectuals.
I wanted to know the world of scientists. So I ran with them. Gangs of scientists.
I wanted to know the world of outcasts. So I ran with them. Gangs of outcasts.
I wanted to know the world of healers. So I ran with them. Gangs of healers.
I wanted to know the world of international workshop presenters. So I ran with them. Gangs of international workshop presenters.
I wanted to know the world of street people. So I ran with them. Gangs of street people.
I wanted to know the world of artists. So I ran with them. Gangs of artists.
I continue wanting to know all the worlds. I am now in the gang of elders.

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