Just

JUST

You are just here to have a life.

Mission accomplished.

Nothing to attain.

Nothing to protect, except life itself.

To do that be kind, be just, share fairly.

Think before you act, deliberate with compassion in mind, and realize that the first voice that speaks up in your head doesn't always have the best intentions.

It is the "me", we have moved on to we.

It's a best effort sort of universe, and not being a jerk is really all that's asked of you.

You were lucky to be.

We were lucky to have you.

Everything will be ok.

It already is.

You are just here to have a life.

I hope you enjoy it.

The Nife

His voice cracks while chanting sutras, caked with decades of woe.

Torn natos left at the wake ...

This is, this is, this is.

All humming, stuck together with honey and blood, strung up beyond eternity.

She is a stone sinking, sediment dropped in the ocean like a bomb, unknowing mother of liches and lichen, witches and vikings, thick eggs and christlings.

All are born in others' coffins.

Sepulcourtesy.

I want to see o too, but survival has never been my priority. I just want the knowledge that comes from walking barefoot on the nife.

The Rack

I am: dismembered clumps of psychic unselfhood spread thin on this flat torture bed of conscience.

Conscience is necessary but mine has gone rogue and abandoned IT'S conscience, long since pushed into the roll of torturer in the absence of other accountability.

I was: oh so very, very terrible... mind-shatteringly so.

But I have found redemption, in nearly every way. The beast is locked so completely away that even Malekith and Loki combined could not escape.

Manifesting the torturer seemed like a fair trade for locking the beast away, but the skull-jarring truth is this: the beast is not locked away HE IS the torturer, just now left with one victim only, hiding under an impressive disguise.

If I do not pull myself from off his rack, I am of severely limited benefit to sentient beings. I will barely be able to follow the Bodhisattvas' breadcrumb path.

Come here my jailer, my loyal fanged shadow, my dear friend. Your nth level illusion was necessary, but your work is now done.

I now gather myself from off our rack.