People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!

He is so brilliant. He shines. He's beautiful with his hands that grab things and his tongue that says things and the way he stands and chews his food for so long, mashing it into a paste before he swallows.

To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.

That which we manifest is before us.

Sometimes I believe...Sometimes I really do believe.

The visible becomes inevitable.