since when is under-achieving fashionable? the potential for virtuous action in itself is nothing. all courage, all solar aura radiance is praxis. to escape this hellhound world, there are a few necessary bridges i have to cross. it isn't easy, but it isn't impossible either. neurosis, lethargy, apathy, insomnia - all of this is part of the dilated iris.

the pointed arrow of anger is to be directed into yourself, securing you from all that is malignant and repulsive. the world without is not to be healed or redeemed. it is you and only you whose redemption and being are within your power to mold and decide. everyone and everything else are but morning dunes in the sand, memories by the coming of tomorrow's twilight.

fly free, pyramid, fly free.