May is a beautiful month. It's full of youth and full of an unshakeable enthusiasm for life. Kind of like the people born in this time of the year. They have so much spring in them, just a memory of them is enough to make you want to love life the way it is, while it's there. It doesn't matter what you read, whatever you do, your mind spreads all over the place and gets stuck there. I was reading many books in fragments and the contents of all those books are scattered all across my mind and my mind is scattered all around the space and time identified by humanity to be of any significance. I'm sitting inside my cage and watching the birds move along in the brightening sky before the sun has taken over the entire sky. They move frantically, sometimes it seems they are merely being pushed by the wind in every direction, or maybe what pushes them around like that is some kind of external force like the gravity of unknown planets and stars, pulling them around in every dir...