Phoosh. Hey. Phoofff. What a long strange trip it`s been . Phouph. Witchdoctor was standing in front of the last flight of stairs before the Door. In the cold night the north Burja wind gusts were sending dead leaves in gravitational spiral orbits above the steps in front of him. Dead sure the Burja wind … Continue reading THE PRINCIPLE OF THE NOT KNOWN BUILDER part 3