"The shells cracked patterns, creases of thirsty soil. Lamps and instruments to probe. I have answered their questions numerous times yet they persist. Who? What? When? Recite. Is it my duty? They seem to love paper. Minute details to rule. Checkboxes can alter a person's life. A little X marks a scar. My claims brand me as insane. Their scope of vision, their understanding...so limited. There is only one dimension and it is called: power."
EXCERPT FROM: ACCOUNTS OF THE PROPHETS - "NON-BELIEF" PROPHET BEEL

"A miracle! A shine so bright most choose to keep in shadows, stuffed under rags, stored to forget. I have a framed image placed over my pyre. I ignite luminaries in honor, for to love is to be. My hero. Rescuer of my left arm, my daughters are yours.

Forgive, my readers. Today's column is a manifestation, a naked declaration, an ode. I stay, you will feel my words, and brief, if but for a moment, brace your hand, raise your palm and read the future's invisible words for they are scribbled on it."
THE TITICACA DAILY - FLOR VILS ("People and Places" Column)