Recognizing Fate

Deep in the soil

Trembling silence

Stones in the making

Tension release

Digging a hole

Blood sweat and tears

No rest and no sleep

Then - I found a key

Teeth shimmering silvery grin

Mocking yet serene

Gethsename staring indifferent

Stunning beauty in green

At once obsessed

Obedient without parole

Substract, withdraw

A piece of the soul

Deeper and deeper

Searching for years for

Something to open

I could not see

My science for god

My modus operandi

Of understanding

Stood in the way

This is the turning point

The moment of truth

Consider every piece of knowledge

Gathered during this pursuit

Confined, locked in

Convinced there has to be more

Browsing through all the schematics

Looking for a door

"In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex.

The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes.

We should take nothing for granted."

"The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present and is gravely to be regarded.

Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific technological elite."

What are the odds

What's the statistic

Is there a reason

Or is it pure chance

No treasure box

Or safety deposit

No secret doorway

The lock was in me

Teeth shimmer, reflecting the grin

A familiar looking chin

Six digit figures could never

Buy the state I'm in

At once I'm blessed

Once splintered now become whole

Increase, expand

The reach of the soul

I realize now that what we seek is not of an external nature

But rather to fully grasp the full potential of ourselves

We were born with the most sophisticated equipment known to us

Yet we spend most of our lives searching for something else

Something to come along and rid us of our boredom

As if we were afraid to look into ourselves

Afraid of what we might find

Nothing scares me more than this fear