Infinity was my goal, Unbounded is the way and Unlimited is this place.
Danger is not so much all around me but all there is. Danger of becoming aware of the infinitely stupid habits that hook me to the killing game.

Please don't think of this as life. Existence yes, but what a degrading one.

Death is not to be courted, although it seems inevitable. It is anything but, it is a trough of illusion. It may be a slow painful slide to oblivion or a gentle slope of pink and green to heaven. However death, in the guise of 'living', presents itself, it is the memory of desires and not a place where life can reside.

Life can be seen whilst climbing the hills and surfing the valleys or sitting by the fire or ice, but life is always full and unhindered; and whereas my dreams are infinite they are frail and hounded.

I look more to the moon's reflection to see a more honest picture of myself. I do not imagine I am the brother of the sun.