Undated post

Mildness hides extremity, though by reputation, that notion of the margin emits its signals. A meticulous merging of transformation with suruprise of originality with th the mercenary radiates its clean, crisp message to all who have the ears to listen. Here is a person not given to enduring toxic tangoes for long. The person who bets he can control this man may convince himself that his fantasy has come to pass, until this man has worked out the details in his phoenix-process. His would-be controller better not get too close, else he may be consumed in that release of a moribund self-concept that no longer works. For the self burns to the larger Self, and the process quickens over time. Each smaller self becomes the fuel for the connection to his Immortality. The controller is unaware of his own divinity, senses it in the Man-awakening-to-his-God-Self.

He may be drawn into a holy fire, if he doesn't keep his proper distance.