THY BLOOD

There is a place inside all of us that is pure. A single center to each being trapped within the unforgiving tapestry that is this world which links us all together. Where thoughts are less than meanlingless rumblings and senses lose any relevence. A place where time does not trap and control us, where all things begin and end. How then do we find this place, how is it that we arrive at this point? When faced with the reality that life is itself a jerking, stumbling, wretching gait towards those things that will eventually destroy us, rage is the single appropriate response. To fight against emotion is unnatural. We must revel in this purest of emotion, must forever follow the autonomic response that seperates the meaning from the meaningless. Embrace rage, allow it to become you rather than consume you. Follow the path now that will lead you to true revelation, that place where all things are constant and concrete. I will be there waiting.
Join us in our rage.