Tipped and yet secured, by a means of engineering not foretold by Nostradamus or Revelations. It seems placid in its state of unwelcomed, leisurely malposition. For this, I may assume, I have placed a personification on a nonliving entity. Or was it developed from these engineering habits of thought, a Frankenstein Creature brought out of a natural form? I dream of streams, of rivers and of ponds, where the vessels in which they are placed in do not cloud and destroy the beautiful tapestry of its own ecosystem. In regards to amorphism, a simple calculation of divine grace and wisdom must be implemented to solidify the natural choreography of a crystalline structure to grow with wondrous beauty, a flowering of an ideal brought from within. So wordy is a description of a bottle overturned, of a society on the brink of totalitarianism. But how else to view the world, if not from an eclectic view? Perhaps an amalgam of insight and a fortitude that rivals the clearest (and even the most shrouded) views of the common observer will begin to reshape the goals seemingly forced upon man. But as I review these thoughts, I weep inside, for outside I have long become dry. Indeed we are taught to be imbeciles, to believe such lies and misconstrued truths, from a source that revels in nihilism and pain. Perhaps I am not a religious man, but I have no fear in linking secular terms to the world at large. So may God have mercy on us, for hell is an empty field. Now that I have said this, may I insist that there is hope? Many wish to remove themselves from the world by means of displacement with retreats and such, and in less drastic measures of prayer and meditation. These steps seem to be necessary for us all to reach a state of love, which once realized, reveals the unity in all. For hasn’t man been instructed to become that which he hates? To be separate from others based on such callings and labels? Within this love, a man will lose himself (his insecurities and addictions), man will lose man (an evolutionary process within the soul), and we will be what we have always been. On this insight, I leave you with a desire.

These walls are white, these pages are blank. Begin.