easter awakes some thoughts.
is someone keeping a safe eye on us from above?
or are we marionettes in a game called tellus?
driven like hamsters in a wheel?
like in henrik vibskovs human laundry service.
i belong to the church, love the christmas mood and i'm proud to have a godson to take out for a easter froyo brunch at yobot. but i wouldn't call me a christian. i want to have a wider view of the world.