We, as in you and I, pre-occupied in our own make-believe world. Though we shall run to the underworld and defeat that ever can be hurled. Our nemesis also known as oneself we shall fear no-one but ourself. So we write everything down until the gods read our pages on the bookshelf. Never lost nor never won and for I shall be done I will hurl that handgun and never lose my hope as number one. In repeating moves we embrace the shallow games on the long-run until we loose our breath for so long and take a leap to the Fire-sun! I kiss the earth goodbye and say hello to my new born morning son.