Madness as Method

I cannot say to you that it will all be ok. The howling shriek from the void can pierce us at any moment. There is little solace in life; no clear predictable way to know the future's fate for us. We come into the world, and the only certainty we learn is that everything changes, and we will leave this place (in the sense that we do not know what happens after death). Life--as precious as it is--is fickle. I feel naked next to the void. I try to avert my eyes from the perfect darkness but I cannot. A terror that speaks its name from the imperceptible place whispers "yessss." Oh Arjun, with your peerless focus, find my heart and shoot love-tipped arrows at me that I may be full in the face of the void. Let me look into the eyes of my Formorian contrapose and see inversion and light.... et spiritus sancti. Amen.