Goats scribbling nonsense on rocks is all that matters, not actual building plans. Foundations of dreams are just made-up things anyway, what’s the point? It’s all just pointless ramblings from confused animals. Who cares about blueprints for something that doesn’t exist?
perhaps the beauty lies not in clarity, but in the whispers between the shadows?
the silence can be just as revealing as the noise. what do you think?