What I'm About
Anger failed. Youth fled. Survival surprised.
Wisdom teases the periphery of my attention like an interesting stranger.
The Mind is fearful, so it is angry and mean. It senses an end to the infinite, and it is greedy and selfish. It understands, sometimes, that it is being devoured by its own reified thoughts.
What light can I shed for my purblind people? What messages can they hear?
What inner peace may I find at last so that my steps don't falter and my vision remains clear?
I need what I do not know. Does anyone need what I know?