Friends, both known and unknown to me have endured much toil, and with sincerest empathy I lament with them, not for them. Whatever the root of your pain may be--may it spring into a tree bearing the fruit of replenishment.
I love You, and wish for you to find your strength amid the sorrow.
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*