No.1 Felix and the Pyramids

                
                
In the center of the desert stand the pyramids. There also stands Felix, the man from nowhere, you may wonder and you may ask, but the none is the answer. Right now, his eyes are closed, sounds of the wind flowing endlessly into his ears, telling him something that he may be there for this minute; however, the moment has been decided billions of years ago, right simultaneously with the Big Bang or maybe earlier before it given the theory has been proven true, and is it?
Felix's mind is working, for what? Even he himself knows nothing, and he chooses to let it go, going forward where we humans call the future, going back where we say as the past. But, he senses the extensive desert, the perpetual color between yellow and brown, or even rosy as the sun casts its last glimpse on this planet. the vast land of vacancy, also the majestic land of substance. he senses the rocks are telling a story, and respectively stories varies, and they vary even more when he tends to hear more, and he finds he follows the sounds only when he becomes a rock, and now Felix is a rock because the rock's story is attractive. Felix may be wind, sun, cloud, water or any thing we think of in sight of his existence.
The pyramids, the civilization and the rules are abstract. Felix may be aware of this, because he seldom senses the substance deep within those definitions. Their bodies have been decaying the minute they were born. Felix are sure of the eternity are meant to fall , like the pyramids, they were built and they fall.
And here stands Felix who senses the perpetual way of being.
Bless you, dear Felix.