World is busy. Fighting terrorism, fighting corruption, fighting religion, fighting haters, fighting righteous, fighting freedom, fighting goodness, fighting each other. World is busy fighting good and bad. I am busy fighting the big blue stone i am sitting under, where everything the world is dealing with looks useless to me for i can’t move or feel or get up or be of any help. I’m just busy staring at the big blue stone at my chest wondering how the eff did it ended up right above me. Was it always there? Can’t remember. World is busy and so am i.