“Sickly, sweating, sinking, swaying. even when enduring a time of grave concerns in severe malady and illness, i take pleasure in my position here as an adventive creature residing on the ominous footsteps in the elusive land of Earth. a place where what is known takes the instantaneous title of reality, i find that, to me, is only one colossal, strange and aberrant phenomenon. like a twisted story from a Cimmerian tale of the dark nature, for it is as real as this reality could ever be to its own native flesh. i wouldn’t dare try, either. this world isn’t of my own manifestations or birthed by my blood, but deserving all the same love and support that i’d give to my own core heart. in this sense, we all belong no matter how luminous or grim the face of nature acquires, as long as we all maintain love from within.” — Caitin Stickels