Death of an Individual

To reach great heights, we must embrace the fall.

I am none, one, and all.

My sadness gave way to grief.

My grief unleashed rage.

My rage spiraled into an existential despair, a decay of spirit that led me to an apathetic mode of production that just did not fucking care.

Isolation brought me to the edge of the abyss, but connection gripped me as I searched the darkness for the Source of emergence.

I found that my sadness, grief, rage and despair are a Signal of a calling greater than me that always was, always is, and always will be, no matter how severe the gap may seem between the moment and collective possibility.

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