You are a priest and you have a black goat.
You need to feed it every day until it grows up and becomes what you want it to be.
The sheep loves you, do you love "him"?
When love, appetite, and passion are mixed together, how do you distinguish who is coming to you, who is crying for you, and who is leaving you?
Asher, she said, the sheep are eating you.
Intention: Dream less and do more