I believe in nothing
I am the fire that burns eternally
I am the fire that spreads quickly
I am the fire spares none

I am truly the everlasting flame
That which draws from what is eternal and absolute
I will burn as bright as if I were the sun itself
This is a certainty

I am the inferno that levels houses
As if they were always dense and moist nature
Whence my fire flourishes
For easily does wood catch ablaze

The concept of nihilism
Seems to me absurd
For things really are
And always were

Things will also ever be
Like the eternal flame
Which wills to creation
From One towards every direction

GMT says otherwise but I am where I am and it's March.

Emotional purge of a month. So much dug out. Thanks for being there for me E2, it's taken 16 years but I do feel like I can rely on you.

March does feel like more of an ending than December, and April does feel more like a beginning than January. Call me a fool call me what you will but I think the Chinese are right about this one. A toast to the new year. Or new something.

there are many places to stand.
don't waste your energy drawing lines in the sand.
the tide will wash them away.
walk the beach.
listen.