he thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees the ghosts
How is it ever possible to feel safe and secure in a world in which everyone dies?
Augusta'What the flame does not consume, consumes the flame.'
The world is not out to get you but if you fight it you will be eaten alive
That is perfect. This is perfect. Perfect comes from perfect. Take perfect away from perfect, the remainder is perfect. May peace and peace and peace be everywhere. :)