Once I had acquired the feeling that all things were extensions of me, of life, even deaths, even fading, even wither, even faults, I knew I was in Creation.
Some possess great originality, others possess a greatness that comes of primitive origin… I belong in the latter.
Origin and Creation.
I am what I am, pureness and beauty… letting down my people and world is not an option… nor a possibility.
Bleakness gives rise to Hope;
Lonesomeness gives rise to Romance;
Darkness gives rise to Starlight;
Sadness gives rise to Songbirds;
And Famishment gives rise to King…
