vague philosophy

A little jinn came away here, called my bluff and made me hear. Of things that might happen, or which will. i heard, standing patiently- his stories had every truth. A word seemingly bizarre to me. It was sunset and as he spoke, she shone, of wisdom of long and lore. i was at his feet, when he disappeared slowly, in a wisp of smoke, but leaving me with a small lamp. 'Jinns dont live in lamps. They live in your minds and souls, free you mind of all its restrictions, and fly free of bounds, and clinched existance. The lamp is but a symbol of all the assumptions that you have to break free from' he said as he faded.

Remember Alice In wonderland? its where i want to be. Free of restrictive imagination.