Status Updates From Danse Macabre

Yeah, I think maybe that’s what I want to leave you with, in lieu of a good night kiss, that word which children respect instinctively, that word who truth, we only rediscover as adults in our stories, and in our dreams, magic.

That we may turn the powerful intuition of our imaginations upon them, and regard them in the glass of dreams that we may, however, timidly, place our hands within the hole which opens at the center of the column of truth.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and towards another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other, except Through faith. That we retain our sanity in the face of the simply yet binding mysteries is nearly divine.