August 3, 2005

August 03, 2005 03:20 AM

I am turned inward. I am in the eye of the hurricane. I am observing chaos and turmoil through a glass window from my place inside where the state of calm is alert to tension and possibility. The journey has begun. The process of “solitary refinement.” And rage must be heard without exercising it – in what is ultimately only a futile attempt to purge and vomit upon others.

Om Mani Padme Hum.