the true flies deep in the darkness of the densest of undergrowth twisted and tangled and hidden from human eyes a species of flies live at the lives of starkness austerity flight and intense concentration multiple eyes see every aspect of all that there is in just one glance they live just one day but that day is longer an eternity We are not they, we are not fit to lick the shit that sticks to their feet we are but poor empty vessels and they chose to carry their words to the ears of the crowd We are but vessels for the words of the flies