When I think that my detachment cannot get any stronger, it does. When I feel that my body cannot get any more inhuman, it does. When I think that my hatred has reached its potential, it grows stronger. And when I think of my promises fulfilled, I see the days come closer. True liberation is coming and the Azoth is becoming explosive with impatience. When there is so much left for the mundane mind to learn, well, re learn, but the spirit already knows its true self, the vessel becomes a volcano, threatening everything in its path.
I see less and less point for this blog now that its two purposes have been served. I may update, I may not.














