Rain, Renewal, and the Return of an Aged Warrior: A ReflectIon on Love, Society, and Truth

The days of indulgence and pleasure, the rain, the autumn, and the boogie woogie Man. Six repeating sevens... An aged warrior, away for now but soon to return home, we will all return home soon. The grand house has many rooms; the tree has many branches, a repeating pattern... The signature of God, the divine proportion...phi. A vector divided, unseen truths distilled from the sap of the rubber tree; miraculous intention, invention of cross-platform voodoo politics, a disease not a matter of choice. I knew him well, poor Adrian, the lover of the world, a follower of nothing, a hero of deceit. All paths lead to Greece, across oceans and great divides, the gods of old wounds in the back of our collective mind, society rests on these foundations, on the Sword of Mars. Twisted are the smiles of madmen and here I sit contemplating nothing, empty of thought, glides and lines across the page, words spilling from the fountain of thoughts I call my mind. Possessions of a feeble race, man hidden away from the light in a dark place called reality. Nothing is and reality is nothing, face the facts love is King, gone are the days of indulgence and pleasure… Arise my love, the rain will wash away the winter.