my excitement
when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you…
The fact is that at a very, very young age I looked. I looked into the abyss and it looked back. I found comfort in its vast spance of everything/nothing. I kept the door open. When out of my childhood, and into my adolescence and struggling with everything that made “reality” the abyss became a comfortable home. I enjoyed the swim and challenge through Amnion that lead to the world of doors and to other worlds than this. I don’t know if I became an expert, but I certainly became proficient.
