“I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning. At other times the line is so wired that it lights up the soles of my feet, gradually my whole body, until I am my own beacon, and I see then the beauty of newly created worlds, a form that is not random. A new beginning.”

“I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning.”

“I am a Child of the Twilight. I hold the line against the Darkness, from the setting of the sun to the dawning of a new day. I live for the Light, I die for the Light. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.”

“I see my skeleton walking down the street now. I’m walking behind it. Our feet touch the ground at the same time. I am my own shadow. The road we’re walking along looks familiar. The trees lining the pavement have been bleached by the sun. There are stone steps on my left. I climb them. This is the route I used to take after school. It’s very dark. The skeleton has disappeared.”

“My soul counselled me and instructed me to see that the light which I carry is not my light, That my song was not created within me; For though I travel with the light, I am not the light.”

“And so I wait. I wait for time to heal the pain and raise me to me feet once again - so that I can start a new path, my own path, the one that will make me whole again.”