Once and not long time ago Vince Weiguang-Li were sitting on a terrace of a motel near Winnipeg with mobile computer on his laps and watched the sun instead of the screen. Again he escaped home and the incredible ritus of daily life there. Vince Li tried to reflect once again the momentary situation, but again it failed because lack of concentration were treating him again. Again he became notice that he is a refugee of his own psyche, because his imagination and concentration always try to escape away of his control. And that circumstances begun to fear Vince more and more the often it came. But never - he was damn sure not to do so again - he wanted to walk the line again he did years ago, as he was picked up by Ontario Provincial Police, who found him walking along a highway "following the sun" as ordered to by God. God was a problem not obviously to see. God beared him always his face in extremly strength patterns of sun-shadows always the moment when a voice was telling him looking for the sun. And always he did and now he was exhausted from going and looking behind the sun. For outstanders not imaginable to recognise how it was to suffer from shizophrenia by command. There never was a mental excuse for what to listen the voice said. There never was a vail of attraction to concept that thing in any way as mentality. Only ordinary people were title it as a voice coming from inside. But there never was such a voice. It was concert of a chorus never sleeping, never pause, never ends. It only stops after remake of many compromises, persuated to follow the command of watching behind the sun... (to be continued) remind author continuing writing © RASANTHOUSe.com, March 2009
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