A novel written in imabic pentameter, depicting the motive force of the three stages of human life through the process of a day, by communicating via interior monologe the fourth dimension and thus the external reality of the whole course of civilization.

SYNOPSIS:

Have you ever equated thought to the flight of the bird, and though it seems to be individual is actually flying with the flock, aimed at the purpose of getting sustenance on the ground though flying through the air?

What if the birds were flying backwards? Then they would still reach thier food source because they would circle the globe. Maybe this is a metaphor for human existence, having the power of nature, but going against it .

nonetheless surviving but with all the baggage that goes with it to the end of the day or the eon.

If , pressured by authority, we kill what we love, become what we hate, and then become owned by our possessions than perhaps we are the Birds Flying Backwards.

If it were a fun process of discovery to uncover this conundrum, perhaps this process could be reversed.

By understanding it, we could overcome it.