Rise above the muck we know is life; existence. Like we always do we create a life to make us happy because we can’t reach the happiness itself we believe exists, just the comfort.
I worry about falling asleep, fearful I will never awaken… But will that happen? What is the result? Will I always sleep? Is death but a dream… a greater transition than all dreams…
Order From Chaos / Parsons Love of The Craft 