A beautiful poem and the Endoresu Warutsu the endless waltz life’s dream, the true dream the culling of the heart and mind and soul connecting as one to be free of the bonds of the Aidemius or the endless knot. Probably you have no idea what I’m saying because I'm a crazy symbolism kook that probably should have been born in the 18th centaury. Still I hope that one day you'll find it.

I know how you feel. I have no sense of place either.