There is a beast alive and breathing within you.. learn to cultivate it. Throw fuel to its furnace. It is the source of creation that made you and then disappeared within. It alone is your only salvation. Oh wait… There is love.. There must be hope for love.. For if not this emotionless motion that shines like sunlight,
on the waves of the ocean, is desperate futile and uncleared wreckage, hostility and damage…
Chris Canham