We all attempt to decipher why we've become the "miscreants"; miscreants peering back at us from beyond the quicksilver vanity glass. We try to understand why nothing has changed: our frail vessels; our raging spirits... Give up your wishes. Wake up! you're dreaming. Welcome perpetual descent. This is divinity. This is irony; reality of existence. We are the heathen winds blowing through your hair while you ignite your judgments. Wet is the nourishment bestowed upon that which you reap from our soiled limbs...... Make..."right"...all...of...your..."righteous...truths" ---- Beneath the moon...sprouts...forth...the...wisdom...of the endless ---- Beneath the moon sprouts for the wisdom of the endless!