His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and as a result of his misty glasses weak eyes appeared up pleading. MY FATHER GAVE ME SEEDS TO SOW. A very long seem from dim eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church's looms. Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both equally our hearts: strategies weary of their tyranny: tyrants, prepared to be dethroned.