You, the prisoner...

The return to purity is much more ambiguous than the mind's conception. It's not a cleansing, it's a journey backwards. To feed the basic structure, and let the details starve to death; within this, progress.

From this low point, I can see how gnarled and twisted branches have become. The roots are earthly, humble and expectant. The third-person omnipotence that acts as a catalyst for change... can annihilate the perpetual manifestation of thoughts that have become so misguided in the course of time.

When I slow everything down to a low, placid hum, the atmosphere clears. So lucid, so very calming, but there is a twinge, a pang somewhere that I have to consciously keep down.