Here was somebody, going through his life, not controlling anything, not talking well, not with a sense of direction but just coming out, sometimes, with phrases which, because of the way they were placed, seemed to have a very oracular significance. What a perfect life. What a wonderful life. Let's team up. A story is bring written.
Somebody opens a letter.
When a cloud feels sick, it is more aware of its physical being than when it feels ok. An airplane flies through the cloud. This is irrelevent, except to indicate how everything depends on something else to exist. The cabinate was open, and the Mind King collected items, and as his hands slid over these items, several flowers tumbled to the ground.