My Visit to Him

Here I am. You wanted me here, and here I am. It's kind of dank, walls painted in slick grey, just like I remember on those Navy museum ships I'd visited when I was little. It's kinda chilly, and not because of the hard walls, but just kind of creepy because of why you made me come. It's his last days, and I'm supposed to pay my respects. I don't even know, don't even know if I ever knew him. Presumably I did, everyone else seems to or so it seems to me. They're expecting me to do something, make a difference, let him know that we care. Maybe it will help his peace, help him to know that not everyone hates him and that there are those of us who believe the world would be better if he remained. So, maybe it's not so bad being here. But, I'm still very uneasy. Maybe he'll hate me for being here. Maybe he'll scream and shout and go non-linear and I'll be forced to leave heart broken, disappointed that we couldn't bring him peace. But, then still, nothing would be lost as if I hadn't come in the first place. I just need to be prepared for that disappointment, allow time to heal and move on. They'll console me and bring me peace, but peace he couldn't have. Still, nothing is lost for him. There is everything to gain if I do bring him some additional peace that he may go knowing he was valuable to somebody and meant something to them.

Peace Comes Only by Relinquishing One's Own Importance

There is calm, there is peace inside me. I can only sense it; I don't even really feel it. It is not something that is explainable. It is an understanding that I am starting to understand like an infant. But, I cannot gain more understanding by trying to understand. It can only come by giving up the importance of myself.

Once Again

And, so...once again..., it's always once again. Why is it always once again? We go through cycles. It's comfortable to do things familiar.Maybe that's why thunderstorms are comfortable. I grew up with them. They're so soothing, especially at night. I always feel protected hearing the rain beating down so heavily.

The waters rise above the floor while I remain snug and warm in my room, on the inside in a protective cocoon. On the outside a sea dragon slithers and swims about, lurking like a giant serpent waiting for the opportunity to snatch an unwary prey.

When all is said and done, like always, the rains will retreat, the sun will return, the dragon will disappear as if a figment of my imagination. But, we all know that it is not a dream because the frightful things never rests in our imaginations but goes on forever seeking it's prey within our sanity. It is our sanity that is truly the thing that is imaginary. Our sanity is measured against one another. Thus, it is a relative thing that exists only because what we have come to believe is sanity is that way which is the most common way of being.

Adieu

Evil

Evil lurks from deep within like a black serpent just beneath the surface of a calm, dark undulating sea.