Open Wound on Tree of Life: Sensate Portal Quick Sand Force of Confusion

Darkness comes and darkness goes . . Darkness digs itself a hole . . Deeper into the black and no turning back . . Change reigns supreme in the Palace of Light . . Until the night with no stars and no sight . . The undertow of Eternity throws contractions and spasms of primordial memory blanketed in the absence of any sort of characteristic . . Goodness, Truth and Beauty . . Meaningless unto the volunteer Void that gave birth to All in All.
What sustains the soul is mystery and depravity of being.
What wreaks havoc is mind seeking cohesion with something that it cannot catch.
What forgets is the magic of Temperance.