There are things out there which go beyond the pride of the mind, the ego of the self, and the arrogance of trivial affliction.

Eyes behind the night, whispers bending like the lights around the event horizons of a black hole.

Revelations pouring off the shattered beacons of leviathan figures, alien and queer, vast and great, like fine powders do from things caught beneath a grinding stone.

High points...mountain tops, and elevated plains offer a tittle chance, a scrap of opportunity to commune upwardly with mangled minds and subdued tongues to the sharp ones above in their valleys of light.

Don't be afraid now...they can hear you.....

...And should you fall further than you anticipated...there are many that will stride towards you in the dark. The mouths of Shulva are well acquainted with the fallen. It's only a matter of time that even seeds buried so deep will inevitably flourish....

...Like a garden...

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