There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. We are a self-destructive beast without regard to our surroundings. Why do we think that we must imagine, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that our belief is truth? Truth…? There’s still a side of me that wants to scream. I Love you with all of my Heart, save for the part that I know and not the part that I believe. My eyes were opened and I found solitude in your quivering limbs. Sleep now, Mother. We’re here. Father and I are here. ~ I’ve jumped ship and I’m swimming for my life, which belongs not to me, but to Love. Man overboard! No. No. Bless you, but I am not overboard at all. I’m in heaven. Man overboard! Ha! I like your game! Shall we play, or might we begin our duty to the (H)eartH and to Love? Man overboard! You've worn the die down to so many chances, leap! Go forth and tell them what they want to know! My belief that this is heaven and we are damned fools for ever having imagined it was...
(The Weaver's Song)