Moments of Decision

There, is a place of breath. Having escaped your skull, you may now, there, consider, at whichever pace you so choose, where you might let yourself be. Ought we believe, Little Prince, that collective anger is no place for you? That you might choose to turn the stile, and walk down the mosey path where, whilst strolling, be not pressed by any urgency? That you can expand the breath of your mind, and let it involve as much air as you so very well desire, free from rush and hurry? It is urgency, Little Prince, that seals off the way to the rest of your pollinating exploration.