I just had one of those moments when you realize a person can talk day and night but action is the truth. I never asked to be sold a dream. People who spin webs for catching prey in, who sell the wine of delusion, who try to feed your dark wolf behind your back just to beef up their own, those people are demons, living carcasses of dark lords. Disguised as cosmic gifts they play a fancy game. They kiss as pilgrims do for shame. I'm glad I called it out. I'm glad I saw the haze, instead of dragging it out for days, so many days that I might have had to pack your books as well, to sprint by another empty shell, sitting like a crow on a wall.
I fall but I haven't fell. You my fellow human being enjoy your ride through hell. I'm about to continue my rooting and enjoy the awareness of something greater, floating above this unclean water.
And this is where I end my ponder.