I am a pinnacle of flesh and blood standing in a place provided by a known and unknown deity.
I have been provided by society an abode of brick with all the amenities of
wealth of middle class society in North America.
For some strange reason I have been placed in the middle of the road where
I do have to avoid the traffic of thought from all different directions.
There are signs with arrows pointing in many different directions.
Why am I standing in this place?
 I do not have a clue.
Why do I feel that I have been placed in this mental situation?

 Words & Graphics by Tomas