Everything exists in contrast to the Other to our simple mind that refuses to see infinitudes between the Poles that we have boxed ourselves into. We’ve pulled the wool over our own eyes, forever lost among antiquities lies fed to us by wolves in disguise. Draw back the Veil from within to know what can’t be seen, to walk the Path, a Blind Rebel against Time, shrouded in Light. We hold our Destiny in open palms, an offering of peace, to a world shrouded in Darkness.
