Sam

It’s inexplicable. These moments of madness, these instants of insanity – cresting like waves. The only option is to ride down the face, looking fear square in the eye. But when the moment is lost, it comes crashing down, churning and powerful.

The mundane can become a Sisyphean task; persistent and unrelenting. And yet those precious few moments of clarity and joy, breaking through the routine like sunbeams, can warm the soul and soothe the troubled spirit.

Let it all rest. Let time stand still and dwell upon the Nameless. Nothing ever ends. It never even began. Breathe, and be one.