II

ALL OF LIFE is like an endless plain, or desolate tract, whose horizons stretch on far past the sight of any man (for that is all that a horizon is; the limit to one’s sight.) It is like a circle with no bounds, yet with a center, or beginning, which is creation...genesis. When one is breathed into the universe, they are born at the center of their own circle, whose ceaseless bounds reach far into the invisible territories of all others in the universe. When one looks into this horizon, whose edges sparkle with brilliant points of light, they make an un-thought choice to follow one point, and thusly their journey in life begins with a walk from the beginning of one’s own being and into the amazing territories of all creation.

WHEN A HARROWING occurrence comes forth like a beast from the night to compress all the hope within oneself, and consequently one’s truth, one mustn’t wallow in the pits of sorrow. At this point, they are merely within the summit which in their beginning was no more than a point on the horizon, and is now a blinding bright luminosity; a seemingly collapsing building.

DO NOT STAY and cry, for the building may fall and kill you. Do not run in disorder and chaos, for the choices will be unwise and may ensnare you forever inside. One must walk with ease and understanding, moreover hope, towards greater points on the horizon ever new, and thusly towards one’s destiny and internal, eternal truth.