The door- you pass through them like light rays through the iris, as a phantom floating through a physical object in a spatial plane. One has to wonder; can you waltz on by without paying a toll? When passing through a door, you leave behind a small part of yourself, only to find that missing … Continue reading »
We are a perpetual paradox, Living within ourselves, Never to be held by a single thought, Gloriously infinite. Born to forget our flawless whole, Living to experience our beautiful imperfection. God’s clothed in human symbol, Wearing shattered pieces of the universal mask. Fighting for good, Fighting for evil, Silly symbols that grow from the same … Continue reading »
