There's nothing like truth here nothing approaches our notions of right or wrong there's only the space where we're all taken apart where what we are ceases to be and we enter this space in love in death in fury.
In the place where we come apart we come together.
In the place where we come apart my hand has reached for yours and in the place where we dissolve we have found each other and calm.

In the place where we fire we fall we have stood face to face in each others' arms.

In the place where chaos destroys we make whole.

In fire we form. We go together.

Outside of us buildings rise and fall forests grow and burn beaches erode and are deposited outside of us the murderous exchange.

Or that's the way it feels.

Or that's the illusion.