Staking claim to my own thoughts seemed absurd, since they came from a void which I knew not of. An inconceivable depth I only imagine as brimming with the totality of existence, so full of infinities that the only thing symbolically parallel to it is an immeasurably dense sphere absolutely saturated with all life and energy. Endogenous seas swell within my bloodstream, brimming with boundless possibilities while the Gods of life conquer these oceans of endless endeavors using my mind as a temporary island on which they take refuge to sharpen their spears and enhance their senses. Immortals fearlessly voyaging on a vessel crafted by my ever-strengthening convictions, roughing the blood-red depths of my innermost sentience. I hear their battle-horn’s booming resonation drumming from my chest to my temples. I feel their turbulent wakes, their distal throbs thumping at peripheral extremes. My vital crusaders within, pillaging deep mental villages, seizing all worthy thoughts and latent Virtues. The Moon gravitates my elastic intuitions, powerfully compressing my Will, dictating an equally active reaction. My body sways from internal tides, stirring up my soul from the sunken leagues beneath.
