The realization that nothing is permanent save the basic essence of existence, the knowledge that all things with beginnings must, of certainty, have an end;
The acceptance of this basic Law eases the pain of loss and separation and makes the transition between experiences a blissful passage.
Of this I speak, not to those who for the reason of basal pleasure, seek to use pain or guilt as a crutch for daily living, for there indeed is found some form of pleasure in pain. (Of this, I judge you not, but entreat that you ascend to a more blessed and better way of existing).
I say this to those who are ready to transcend the basal existential emotions, and truly live, free of its pangs and slavish hold.
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Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
