'While the days are starting to get warmer, the battle within knows no season.
Sometimes calm cinders, sometimes an avalanche. Its tides come and go as they please; they do not follow the moon's attraction. This duel operates on a cycle that is the length of one's lifetime and while you may not always show up, it inevitably will. It wears a thousand masks on a million faces.
Every summit unveils a new peak above and there hides another canyon beneath the veil of fog of every valley. The mind is - like the universe - fractal. An endless reflection of magnitude in finitude and of the fantastical in the terrestrial. Of essence in appearance. Of song in word. And ultimately, of everything in ...