Time plays really fast for such of wondering hound dog chasing up his ball harshly. His holy mother tells him no one but The Creator has no limits, making a real sense to this arrogant dog knocked down violently in the cold night of December. November rain still remains making its colder, a lonely heart who cannot be expected to beat making its colderer. Who would you ask for help? 500 isn’t a small amount for a distance, unless you got a jet. But dog’s blind in reading such systematic complexity, at least for now. All he wanted to do now is to scream, yet by the moments he lost focus on his ambition, a shimmering ray strikes him to reality, a metropoly with the taste of higher civilization who turns a dog an alien when its scream. But Mama do not worry, dog’s already mature and promised to learn even the smallest thing in his journey, though eyes’s blind but sure there’s gonna be a try, thank you. So the dog gets up, again trying to reach the adorable ball who’s still bouncing to knowhere far far away. But instead of just getting up, he believes that these knowhere is going to lead him to wider insights & a greater meanings of life.