The ordinary observer tendency is to invest in the sense of ear and eyes, when perceiving a world that requires six at a minimum to understand. Only smell comes in as a factor when it pertained a certain degree of foul or sweet. Speaking is just organized noise. Never did it caused to aid as much as it caused a hindrance. If one has a precise but admirably balanced mind. Use this in pair with observing and reasoning you can find the hidden truths that stalk in the shadows. The maze saw shift and bend till it makes a stight path to the simple truth.. My mind shall become a storehouse of knowledge. My heart a vessel of acceptance. My tongue a tool and weapon against they who use theirs to weave fictions that add to the ever growing maze. Fear me all who dare hide your secrets and use sloppy lies to slip them from the senses. Your fiction can’t never and shall never be fact.’
One by one he would snip a balloon from the gathering tied to his front hoof as a orb of pink expanded from his mouth.
The balloons gathered up to the in flock over his head at his table. His drink half full.