December 25, 2020
It must stay alive always. Nothing must kill it, extinguish its flame. All that lays in smoldering, stinking ruins must never eclipse it, bury it, or dim anyone's possession of it. Should it go, should it vanish from inner sight, inner mind, from the vaults we keep buried deep within our basest longings, should it disappear down the drains that gorge on the blood of genocides, should it become a distant memory that belonged to a life long forgotten as a life worth living, then beware. What remains exists only as a shadow wherein you will vanish utterly from sight.