I see, I see – well, maybe not as well as I would like too; but this sight is that of the heart, mind, and inner vision. And not with the eyes. I light on a black object of some type, of what it is, I am not real sure. The wind blows……blows hard from the north, and it chills me to the bone. This object of some type, it has holes in it, so as to let the wind and people see through, but I think that it is stupid. The north wind is cold and I am far from shelter. I need some place of refuge, but it appears to be only this black object.

I see what I want to see, for my purpose is not to see things, but to merely keep things in and/or out. Yes the north wind blows, but I have nothing to fear for I am strong, or so I am told be some stupid humans. My life is dull, it is dull and lonely. Can anyone keep me company? Oh, wait….what is that black flying object coming towards me. Wait, it has lighted upon me. This uninvited visitor has come, uninvited yes, but welcome none the less. It tells me of how the north wind blows hard and unrelentingly, but I am meant to stand up to simple things like the north wind. For it can pass right through me with little effort. 

I see as I roll up to my place of rest for the afternoon, a big, long, holy, and black object in front of me. It is not pleasing to the eyes, but leave it up to humans to make something ugly, and then call it a work of art. Anyways, now that flying object that is fixing to land, it is a work of art, a work of nature. With its black beauty of the night, it is a sight to behold. Never can you grow tired of the great miracles of nature. But humans, they created stupid things like that big, long, black thing, and they create things like me; but I am a thing of Art or so some male members of the species called humans would agree.  But, the work of nature, the handy work of the great goddess is always something to behold.  Even if it is not me.