In the garden where the tree of knowledge grows, a parrot is sitting in the crown
of the tree. The thinker is sitting and broddering, trap in his never ending thoughts
in the desert. His thoughts develop into clouds that fills the blue sky and make it
became cloudy.
During the journey, in unexpacted meetings with people and places there can in
a certain moment appear a contact. Something that results in a sensation, a idea
or just a nice chat. Often the latest, one slows down for a moment and they
continues his one journey, life.The meeting fades away, but to later on be
reminded in conscioussness or unconsciousness.
...and realized, that what he was looking for
was´nt there anymore
