Mystery

Aztecs ripping out the hearts of sacrifices! A sacrifice for what? For what is sacrifice? The cactus looks tasty beyond its prickly surface, the flowers that spring from the greenness withheld are beautiful as color reflects the sun... If such a thing is possible or is it the sun which reflects color? Ignorance of my being and surrounding has prevented my knowing and so in truth I know little. Yet in doubt I write on. Eye cannot. Eye cannot hear. Eye cannot taste. Eye cannot smell. Eye cannot feel.(typically...unless something flies into eye) Eye can see! Oh the scorching sun shines down upon me, exhausting every part of my being. Yet truly I sit in a library...