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Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?