With every meter that Rudy passed, his resistance to the influence of the fortune teller’s words became more intense, but at the same time, the fortune teller’s words became more deeply rooted in his soul and mind. Although he did not admit it, the fortune teller's words had completely controlled him. “Indeed, what knowledge do we, the inhabitants of this vile grain of dust called the Earth, claim to say, ‘This is possible and this is not possible?’ If we were merely irrational beings, we would say that we were created as a result of certain interactions between different chemical elements, such as mushrooms, algae, and others. But where does the soul come from and where does it go?” Do you go? And the mind and feelings? It is impossible for a bone or muscle in my body to feel love or hatred or to think and make a decision. All of this is carried by an energy that resides in my body, an energy that is stronger and bigger than me. It does not even reveal to me who it is or what it is made of I am just a dead battery for this energy, what a worthless piece of junk I am, but why should I accept that the fortune teller’s words are true? He, too, is just a piece of junk like me! These thoughts were fighting inside Rudy, and he did not know which idea was victorious over the other
They themselves
Those on whom the plane threw its deadly gifts were waving to it when they were children.
They pray for rain
And they die of thirst.
* * *
You are additional scarecrows for the birds
You guard the wheat
And you frighten the birds that seek to sit
No chrome theft!
You guard the wheat
My brothers
But you go to sleep hungry...
