Men are drawn to fear. In it they dip their hands, like open ink wells, and they lick hungrily, greedily at the poison coating their nails. In this way, they live. And because of this the unknown stays...

Life you know is a dream. Oh but how it is to be awake. Things aren’t always as they seem. This is not your truest state. How is it exactly that you have come to being? Which ancestor is the greatest...