The universe takes what I do and gives it to other people. Those people take it and make it into something they give to others. They change it, shape it, filter it, model it, get dirty with it, lose it, find it, eat it, vomit it, until it no longer serves. Let it go. It served its purpose. Make room, for the next is always in the wings. The queue infinite.
DIO
Philosopher, Author, Artist, and no thing in particular. Beyond description. Completely unknown, yet totally familiar. Knows no thing and re-members every thing...same as you.
To Eliminate A King
Pure power materializes when intention parallels speech and action. Any disjunction between the three creates confusion, chaos, and destru...
