now it's birds, maybe freedom, maybe because i read the gifts of the crows and gained an understanding of another realm of depth, and despite that there might be a large war soon, the Arab Spring might try to bring about an Israeli fall; but there is this other sense of time, maybe it is winter when in the now frozen in some speck of time, where only the now matters and there in the birds eye in the calm of the eye of a tornado in the I. i. i paint bIrds.
