All that I am, or ever will be-is a gift, but this gift is bigger than me. True, not even I can fathom the magnitude of the dynamic-but a clarity of purpose is divined a bit more each day. And the path toward clarity of purpose seems fraught with painful trials. Such is the price for it.
I sing for the part of me that cannot, but wishes to cry out in joyful noises-or lamentations. I speak for the part of me that for too long has been shackled, forced to live in a prison of limits. I write of life and the conveyance of a love that is yet to be mine, but further-of my conviction to know it--whether in this life, or the next.
Fear not, for this is but a sanctuary that embraces free thought-while and IF it is still legal to Think Freely--to Express One's Self...Freely. I am but an Emissary-a conduit conveying the intimate sentiments of the Infinite.
Sit with me, and with words I shall wield worlds and realms beyond imagination; through sound pierce the boundless multiverse of creativity...
I am but a Man, a Greater Nothing, but that Nothing belies the reservoir of limitless possibility and potential festering within...Fear not, friend. Enter freely...
May sapientia et furor loquetur antiqua me ... Et dicta mea quasi gladium mali faucibus
*May the Wisdom and Fury of The Ancient Ones speak through me...And Let my words be as a sword to the throat of evil*