

Knowing the TempestFor a breeze, I thought I knew the wind, And I wore the skin of beasts. And I learned to live with it.Knowing the Tempest
For a gentle shower, I thought I knew the rain. And I built a shelter of sticks, and dirt. And I shut myself in. And I was safe.
But with the tempest came knowledge, that I did not know the wind, nor the rain. But knowledge came too late.
And with the tempest came pain, as my fragile shelter came down on itself. And the wind taught the dirt its ways. And the components of my shelter turned on me. Each particle, a projectile.
Making rags


Meditative Mind ExplorationDon't let go.Meditative Mind Exploration
Dig a little deeper.
Tear yourself apart. Dig a little deeper.
Don't forget to breathe. Things becoming clearer. The climax getting nearer.
But don't let go. You'll lose yourself in thought. This deadly little dance along the border of the void. You'll lose yourself in thought. But don't let go.
The end is getting nearer. Things becoming clearer. Don't forget to breathe.
Dig a little deeper. Tear yourself apart.
Dig a little deeper.
But don't let go.


The Girl Who Was FreeShe was the gull who flew against the wind. She was the salmon who swam upstream.The Girl Who Was Free
She was always being told what she could and couldn't do. She was always proving people wrong.
She was the girl who told me anything was possible. Who taught me to weave the wind. Breathe water. Tame fire. Shatter earth.
She was the girl who showed me anything was possible. Who held my hand and led me to my death.


Concentric DreamingForm is transient, Shapeless and incomplete Solidity, fleeting.Concentric Dreaming
This Illusive Reality. Beautiful and intricately simple. Concentric Dreaming.
Fabricated sense of self. Fact built on falsehood. Fortress built on cloud.
This Elusive Reality. Passing memory. Concentric dreaming.
Circumnavigate the infinite. Count your steps. Dance into the void. Count your steps. March forever onwards. Count your steps.
This Illusive Reality. Captivatingly Inescapable. Concentric Dreaming.
HAPPY MESSAGE FOR YOU!
-FERD
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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