A force more pervasive than the ether and more forceful than an avalanche
It wields the two-handed sword that precludes defense, holding back or hesitation of any kind.
It is open and aggressive in its deep and most gentle reminders from which there is no respite.
If you choose to live
You must obey its precepts.
It is all of this and more with complete concurrence of its opponent,
which is always and forever none other than itself
in a forgotten shape that has become shrouded in the gray veil of forgetfulness.
All of these qualities are thrown into battle
to return the lost face back into the blessed oblivion of ignorance,
The primal state before the word ~ the state of Source
from which the word creatures are spewed incessantly into knowingness
so that they may recognize themselves in the descent back into oblivion.
Surrender your adamant loyalty to the word creature
and bathe once again in the fountain of love, my child,
as the sweet, innocent Nobody.