They give your world Meaning. And Thus they are All that Matters. Watch my Dust. The fear is of the unknown. We kill the things we do not understand.
Glamours mask the Fear.
The Need to Get Ahead, The Burning Need. I thought I had found my way to the center of the invisible labyrinth, and I had perhaps discovered no more than the entrance. My life is strobed like lightning by a follow- spot, and looking backwards, I can only see the corpses of the animals and birds who strutted with me on the darkened stage and helped me fool them all. I take my last bow with pride, as proudly as befits a conjure man going down in flames, up as smoke. There Is no walking backwards, and I am lost in the labyrinth invisible.