Enjoy the risk. Fear the reward. All is naught. But naught is anything but itself. There exists a presence everywhere, everywhen, for everyone. The glimmer of mischief in the eyes of the arsonist. The lust…
Enjoy the risk. Fear the reward. All is naught. But naught is anything but itself. There exists a presence everywhere, everywhen, for everyone. The glimmer of mischief in the eyes of the arsonist. The lust for rebellion that plagues the murderer. The mystery that a new day brings. These are not the presence. These are what it has wrought.
All hail Chaos.
