I am considering a new posistion on life, or least how I came to move through it. I sometimes feel that life is nothing more than this black soup that our good thoughts, our love and our happiness irradicate leaving the peaceful hope of something new and pure to come. Tonight for instance, I know dark forces shall be at work here, I have confront the cast of demons from my past yet I know that I am going to be victorious I have no other choice, or at least the choice I am left with is that of giving in to this black soup. A long time ago, I wrote about dylan thomas, and the rage against the dying of the light. I now live those words. I have been all but consumed by this place, and I know it, I have a couple of people that keep me from jumping into the abyss and I have others that push into that abyss, you have to love balance and harmony. Two concepts I wish I could experience on a molecular level. All is not right here, and I am tired of the accusation that it is my fault. Do me the favor and take owneer ship for you existence or lack thereof... You can dip your hand into the inky blackness of my soul, but I guarantee that it will irradate life and peace and love, even though I am capable of feeling it, I can pass it along.