This is a journey of pain, ecstasy, and death. We do not seek companionship, because this prison of flesh is a solipsism. We straddle the balancing point between light and darkness, love and hate, life and death. We hide our countenance to reveal the hidden face of god.
Eternity is but an instant.
We hang ourself from trees and crosses. We bleed and suffer. All in roaring silence.
The spectre of T × R × P is channelled through the form of Th.oth XIX.