For Even If You Should

Ah Me, Thou Destiny, Giver Of Evil Gifts.

People Don't Pay Attention. And Then One Day There's An Accounting. And After That, Nothing Is The Same.

What He Could Bear In The Waking World He Could Not By Night And He Sat Awake For Fear The Dream Would Return.

He Imagined The Pain Of The World To Be Like Some Formless Parasitic Being Seeking Out The Warmth Of Human Souls Wherein To Incubate And He Thought He Knew What Made One Liable To Its Visitations. What He Had Not Known Was That It Was Mindless And So Had No Way To Know The Limits Of Those Souls And What He Feared Was That There Might Be No Limits.

To See God Everywhere Is To See Him Nowhere.