what we see or what we seem is nothing but a puppet's dream.

Last week I made a comeback to my roots. Or whatever... When you're sick you always look for comfort, usually in things that you remember once made you feel better. So I did it again.
No, not that.
I started watching the stefanists again.

I don't care for that term. From now on I'll be using "puppets".

Once upon a time I used to do this regularly only for different reasons.. Actually a few more reasons than I have now. Things change.
Watching the puppets come and go every day has yet again become a ritual. It always makes me feel better, I guess because it's something you can count on, like the day-night cycle, it always happens: you always see them gathering from every corner of the land. North, South, East & West all coming together. Romantic isn't it?
I think I like it because it's comforting. It's comforting to know that you can always count on some things happening although they don't really influence you that much. I honestly can care less about who I actually see. Sure, I recognize a face or two but as long as it has it's uniform.. it's just another puppet dancing in the sweet moves of it's puppeteer's hands, the fingers slowly gliding in the air..

A smile on the puppeteer's face.
Everything is just as it has always been.
The come & go.
The colors, the sounds.
The thoughts, the desires..
Nothing has changed.

The day & the night.
The puppets coming together again ...