If one would bring an innocent tourist to Australia (right, right now?), his/hers innocent visit might end up with a quick and cleanly superficial conclusion: "This is a freaking roofing land!"
But not just that, mind you. (there's a potato)
For the innocence by the innocent
His name might remind of old books on reading stands and half lit / half hidden faces turning up, enlightened in mind, and by the light, through the soul with innocence, shining bright in half lit eyes, either deepening, in gratitude, or in exaltation.
"I know no falsehood", he murmured solemnly a vow: "until the king is slain!" But when the king is, then, oh then look down onto his people, onto his land.
He is far away now. Living another life.
Every peasant can become a king. To make a difference.
And there's a question about that potato. Is it a potato or a pota-toe?
And a remembrance hint? : : What is a regular Australian 6 course meal?
No, he wouldn't object, but the reality of things might change depending on the observance, the observed and the object of the observation. Deep dive within and through. A jetski maybe?
