March 10th, 2014

And my question for you is has your life begun? yes and no, and beyond that I can't
explain. There is nothing concealed that will not be revealed. I read the red letters
by candlelight and the swell of watery music in the background seems to collect and
puddle between the lines, reflecting. With each breath in the candle dims and with each
breath out the flame flares because fire needs oxygen to exist. The rhythm of my breath
is in time to the music. Do not fear those who can kill your body but are unable to kill
your soul. The very hairs of your head are all numbered. In. Out. Dim. Light. The music
continues to ripple around. Earlier tonight I swear I heard wolves howling outside the
window. I know this cannot be possible, and no one else heard them, so I dismissed it as
a dog, or a spilling over of my dream world into the yard to the left of my house. I keep
asking the names of the wolves and I will continue to ask until I know. I do not fear.
Do not suppose I have come to bring peace on earth. There are old things here that I must kill. Sparrows. To love another more is against the natural order.  What I tell you in the dark, 
declare in the daylight.