content: Enter the Bonelands In this world in the end you are alone. You are nothing more then the sum of your sins. Nothing is forgotten or forgiven. For the man who wanted everything his final thought will always be “more”. There is nothing endless about this world, all things run out, all your vices, all your wants and desires. In the end you will be nothing. A few words on faded stone.  If only you could be something more then more. More then your wants and imaginings. All those lies that you live and love, people tell you that you are a hero, a lion in your life. Really you are nothing more then a sheep to be sheared, in truth no lion needs to be told he is a lion, a lion simply is. There is a place beyond this world. A place not of want, a place of purity, a place of freedom.  You carry this home within. This strange and familiar land. This place that is sacred and holy where sin is absolutely absolved. It is the land never was and always will be. Everyone has lived there for at least a moment or three. It is the real world free of the eternal bloody lies of those who would damn you for the idea of more. Think of those moments you have of peace and quiet, those memories of not wanting but of being. That is what I speak of.  In this world men are no longer men, women no longer women, even children no longer children, all are whores. This is the night of all of the peoples of the world, in the false light of this night people can see so clear the lies they are lead to be become. This is wrong, this infernal slavery of endless lies and wars and wants. This world is poisonous and vile. It is false for this is not the world. No the world is the home within, the world the love and laugher you share. The memories and the flames. It is the light and the light is Bone. It is so beautiful when you see it brothers. To be Bone is to throw your riches away and to fling yourself from the tallest tower and discover that you can fly.