Lines of over seemed thread tethered by strings holding the life projected as a master does his puppet. Without the master the puppet has no life. We all need our master in life. Something to hold the strings threaded into our bodies to exhibit life beyond our visible self. The souls of lost ones lingering on void of a master and merely a sheep wandering the den of wolves. Sheep that unlike the rest walk alone. What is a puppet of master who requires his own? Do you guide your own strings or do they control you? Are you the puppet or are you the master? Identify yourself and pull a string to view an answer you may be shocked to see. It’s quite possible were all both the puppet and the master…