Praise be to Śiva

a letter to a close friend:

I know you, or not at all. For something has blockaded all the fun we might have had: Ghostly Pressure.

Your head has become traumatized, your spirit, locked in a state of desolation. Buried w/in an aura of your own creation, you feel ashamed. But don't worry. Listen: This icelandic cavern is beginning to melt. Through splintered casing, there is the promise of light. You will EXPLODE.

We've tasted freedom, embraced it, mastered it, lost it. That is why these ruts of depressive anxiety hurt so Fucking bad. We have memories of joy, friendship, Love. Yet, by our farsightedness, we have become ignorant to that which is nearest.

Just remember: Friendship is not a cage. Moreover, life is not a cage. Whatever they say, Remember: there is nothing in this world that you Have to do. Absolutely nothing is required of you, not labor, not friendship, not peace of mind. There is no event that you must enter into, no connection that you are required to forge. The existentialists call it inherent meaninglessness, but it is a gift that I prefer. You ARE the Freedom to Create Meaning.

a mighty human being,
you are Love.