Hear the voice of the living raging like the rapids, soughing through boughs, howling like desert winds. Unrestrained, life unleashed. Nothing can get elemental as the desert. Nothing can reduce one to insignificance as watching, feeling, hearing the voice of the desert.
[ ... ] the hand of vengeance, a spited vengeance of the loved ones. It had been more of a lesson of pain and agony, lecturing them against greed and ...
