Fate and sorrow fill the night, breathing deeply their greatest concerns onto the heaving breast of tragedy. Escape your very plight! Challenge your dreams and bring forth the ultimate reality! No other fate awaits for those who choose surrender, but such immaculate strength will become the last remaining necessity. Pure bliss is the way, while thoughts emerge in places far away from the standard guise of reactionary perception. What can we do, how will it influence? More inquiry is simply avoiding the truth, assuming a path of childlike necessity on the basis of need-to-know. Or else, the subjects remain and its solution becomes the mystery. With question, what possibly can be accomplished? There is no chance to reflect your knowledge when you're swallowed by the hidden things of your dreams. I only question to reflect the frustration of my broken arms, to blindly fly and think myself beyond acceptance. We can only wait, that is all! Watch the now, you will find nothing! The glorious abstract of nothing at all, staring back with a grin, wondering what has taken you so long to see what has always been before your eyes. Have peace, my friends. Do not move yourselves in a radical fashion, but deviate with the greatest of pure intentions and show the rest that nothing is real. DO NOT HOLD BACK. Make it so in the most furious of active expressions, waving in the night as an ode to your destiny and a solid reflection of the depths of your inner soul. This is simple creation, my dear, a much cherished part of our standard existence and the only remaining fuel that can justify your holding on.