How far do we go to the left or to the right on the banks of this river we call life? How far do we take our experience into the fields of love or fear? Sometimes, I feel like I could walk into a crowd and start proclaiming truths that would cause some people to love me and some people to hate me. But, at those times, it does not bother me, because I know the appreciation of the people that love me and hear my word proceeds the latter. On the other hand, sometimes I feel like I could go into a field, drink blood, howl at the moon, and embrace barbaric passions of the flesh. If life is anything we choose, and any experience we will, then what keeps us from the extremes? Is it fear? If it is, is fear, then, a form of love for ourselves and for others? Well, then whats the difference between fear and love? I wave to the left, and I wave to the right, but I just can't help but stay on the water.
