I am still standing in front of nothing, seeing nothing; but thinking about everything i could ever think. Even in dreams i still don't find myself in the truly escence. I can't find my real life. I can't find me, neither to you.
Sacred Horses: Rodified (Zand-I Vohuman Yasht Is Read by the One Who Composed “codified” and He Thinks About How Much He Loves the Shehnai Oboe, Zoroastrianism and the Eloquence That Mazdayasna Brings to the Life of a Priest of the Holy Fire)