Fear, now the only sentiment that wakes my stillness. The echoing silence of loneliness has been more comfort to me than any manifestation of 'love' ever has, for human affection falls short in my time of need, either at the whims of cruelty or by the cold kiss of earth. Death, pain... why they have remained loyal to me all my life, why is it that I choose to run? ..and where is it that I'd run to anyway.

Viewing all consciousness as merely an inner projection ... All focus upon excitatory perceptions (projections) typically only of fear based impulses ... Thus, the inner 'Shadow' predominantly attracts most conscious attention, leaving the unwilling human specimen to suffer by self-inflicted illusory imperceptions. "Fear" thus essentially the focus of most conscious life, leaving the awakened, the persuader of fears, with the most Power over others, especially others who are unaware of their own false perceptions. The solution or Ethos of all freedom from fear based impulses?? ... To realize that despite anothers efforts, each person creates and holds absolute control over their own fears; that is... if they choose to acknowledge so...

Whispers from the infinite wood, hymns reflected through soil and stone. Arising from the mound of earthly design, that which remains as a scar upon the breast of Mother.