The rope is twisted with knots and frayed ends, entangled are they that come to pass the gates of Beth-EI. While ye sleeps upon stone, the angels swoop and dive, carrying forth the messengers. As man’s reflection further ripples across the pond, the cardinal directions form the cross, of these roads some shall come to pass and some shall fall away. As rays of light bleed through the dark night, as the sun is veiled by the horizon, the truth will forever rest in the light of its sun/son.
– Josh Fleming