May not be unfinished work, just a task they chose to leave for someone to find and continue a legacy.
The bigger the game in life the smaller the part to play. As each step takes much more energy and time.
Mystery is weaved by the hollow feeling like an empty urn. While it looks decorative and colourful, but silent for it holds nothing.
Time is as a long corridor with a clock placed perfectly central on the wall. To always check when half way there, when making the way across regardless of time.
No point taking matters lying down, while the tales spin to tell, once to stand those tales do not lay the path ahead. Like a window box to others, what is known to see closely will require them to near.
In the forest; with the freedom to have, the wide open land, why will they need protection. To offer this protection like a ruling planet or god. Then they have no freedom for being contained in a tight circle. No direction to run, no sense of an open mind. Kept in chains to not wander too far.
St. Mark Ch.14:V.70 " - And he denied it again. And a little after, they that stood by said again to Peter, Surely thou art one of them: for thou art a Galilæan, and thy speech agreeth thereto."
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