D

... a mad philosopher with his own views of things through illogical human deductions - no rationale supports his thoughts or decisions but they are almost always right, at least the way he sees them, his road, his weight, his lightness are all his, but he is not and he is not his is all he tells the sea that swallows the sun and sunshine along the edges of sky that just is, neither bothered about his philosophies nor does it question him on any of his beliefs or disbeliefs thus making apparent at least one reason why he should like the sky, he loves it, that just is and has just been all the while, loves all them that just are and have just been all the while - D excluded or not, none never knows, neither the sky nor the little feather that secretly flats down from there to here falling down there beneath the tree where there once was the foot step of D when he stood there thinking of falling feathers and about his then recent dream of a feather that floated down from the skies and kissed his foot step when he was not there, that mad philosopher, D, who stood beneath the tree thinking...