="Message 5" CONTENT= --- I believe I see now, why everyone finds merit in the walls that contain me. When I think not of the cycle of perpetuating, I think about the structures. The marks of the world I am so familiar with, that I grant not even a passing thought. There is a pillar, stretching from ground to ceiling. At its root is a structure, mostly golden but with spots of withered gray. It is shaped like a 'person.' So am I, and so are the things that walk the halls. It has hands, but quite unlike mine. They twist into strange shapes, and hold nothing within. It has limbs, descending down its frame. But only one, not the pair I havee. But if you have hands and you have limbs, Where are your legs? A nd where is your head? Perhaps they simply did not need it anymore. How odd this structure is. Seemingly irrelevant, apparently styrange. But why do I tell about it, when I can simply show it to you? Though my mind's image does little justice to my eye's sight, it says a thousand words morre. Well, I must go about agaai.n. I have ignored my hunger for too long thistime. Even my words begin to distort. Until thenn. ---
