Hello everybody, Kees de Graaf here. The poet goes back to ancient history, following ancient footprints cross the sand, going down into tattoo land, to the long forgotten cultures of the Indians and Inca's. Later on when man had fallen and come to despair he also met the sons of darkness, those wicked angles who had followed Satan in his mutiny and downfall. Corruption had entered creation, making it impossible to find dignity within this fallen world. It is in the bordertowns of despair where the decision is made which road to follow.
Eternal despair is close by.
He is hanging in the balance and standing on the crossroad. Also the land of permanent bless is only one step away. Desperation may lead you to either way. He has gone to the very limits if human existence to find dignity, but in vain. Sickness will strike many, and death will strike all human beings in the end.