Burning beyond

There are times when a man falls prey to the notion of peace: when eternity appears far grander than tomorrow's victory. But there are no lacking reminders to the import of domination, though never are they invigorated with true founded substance; it is the sheer weight of persistence, of insistence, that never loses – or, at least, never admits a loss.

It is foolishness to open ones eyes wider than those of his neighbor. Surely the surge of energy released by photons pounding on the retina of faith are only trustworthy so long as they are last reflected within arms reach. Looking has ceased to be a practice; it is hardly even sport. We do not seek; we do not look. We are only fed with empty sweetness. The void feels normal. To darkened eyes, the void is home.