The Girl, The Field, The Fire

It's a stage in evolution and this is happening to me. I thought, what if a girl in Mongolia was standing in a field, on a plain, and imagining the voices in the wind, the horses in the clouds and the lights in the night?
No lenses, no electricity, no Game , no Times.
Just being. Is that where we're heading?

I have been silent now for more than a year. No longer afraid or confused. I know where I am going now and I invite you to join me. The little girl in Mongolia knows we are coming and she turns flames in the darkness with her mind.