From a young age, i was attracted to darkness and the unknown; sometimes the same thing, sometimes not. Before that, there was an attraction to words; a bipolarity for truth and escape. And in the beginning, in those little child years, there was religion, an unnatural attraction begotten by sociology. Each was a catalyst for the next evolution, a circular journey that, at the halfway mark, inevitably seeks devolution; the latter part of my life where compromise has passed and acceptance rarely equates joy.
It is where i am now, deeply so, drowning in Truth.
Age is ill-measured by Time alone. The decay of flesh does not always coincide with the decay of mind. For creative spirits seeking the Art, the Truth of Life and Death, Knowledge is not a present but a hard won, screamed for, prize resulting in Wisdom that realizes, and cries, that it isn’t a prize at all!