Sacred

Sometimes in the course of history, there comes along a man. He is righteous and afraid. Bound by the might of his mind. Learned and full of insight, he can tell you most anything you need to know. But he is human. And must also be a person, But a person is a mask. A character in a story, He knows the story isn't written right. He sees the wickedness of your thought, Deeper than the fear he feels in telling you. You are wrong. It's not your fault. You can only borrow at first. But you have to see the shadows to know of them, And you must create to know they are not. We deal in shadows, projections, made from a character of our own creation. Break character. I know you can. Wake up. Dream.