No more martyrs

I think a vast amount of people in the West are lost and have been for a very long time. That’s why they follow blindly.

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?

Seize today, for none of our tomorrows are guaranteed.

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

Just when I think I’m winning When I’ve broken every door The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind. David Sylvian – ‘Ghosts’