February 3rd 2011

When facing that curtain, before the window; when facing the challenge of total sickness, slowly as I make my way out - into a light - perhaps of music. Yet all I see happens to be fear in the minds of others, my face doesn't turn to gold. I have truly faced the light, into the dark.

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This entry is made, because I care about the fear in people that hardly know it of themselves. That might be my face Plato cared about, by betraying a father of philosophy in Socratic wisdom. May Plato perish in flames of fire.