The Vasche Vexvelt. Visions on a Mud Ball by Moreno Franco. Bracknell. U.K.

The Convoluted Exploration of My Visions on A Mud Ball

A PIECE OF THE INTRO, TO TANTALISE. . .

Who ever Loved that Loved not At the Sight?

At the end of the journey is another beginning. That of writing the story...

I have always been fascinated by The written word. That words, composed on a page have the power to transport us to another times and places. And even into other minds. I spent many hours in the local library reading book after book. On anything.

Walk down an aisle, pick a book at random and read. I found much to capture my interest. There were things I had no idea even existed. Words I had never seen. Books and words became my next love, after painting. My soul's delight. And so I have written the story of my life so far...

I now know a lot about a few things. A lot more than some people.

And I also know a little bit about almost every thing. Although these days it is becoming harder and harder to keep up.

I begin to imagine that I know less than I thought I did, but judging by the internet - MORE, and about more things, than some three billion of my fellow citizens.

Ah! The conceit of genius - but then somebody has to be right. Right? I make up random sentences in Google – I get all there is to know. Right?

Type any word and there it all is. What’s to know?

Here's a thought for you: Those you forget to kill - Go on to ORGANISE.

READ > The Book of The Vasche Vexvelt

The Arrival of The Vasche
No one would believe it. Stunned and disabled.
No one COULD  believe it.
"The Aliens Have Arrived".  No invading armies,
No blazing guns. And NO secrecy!
The quiet arrival of a diplomatic delegation that presages WHAT?
No one knows. But there are parties and silly celebrations. For what? We are dying to find out.
May we die WHEN we find out?