…..I spoke the words out loud, peace God; a projection back onto self which is an unbeknownst power, in pure darkness we can become a lighthouse tower, it can even reduce physical pain we didn’t always have anesthesia on the brain, insane to refrain from such powers, there is a throne within we have to become kings to sit in, we are but men until then, handling life experiences are like strings on a instrument, the apple or the unnatural supplement, a single stance is like a thumb on a guitar string, or an index finger making the piano sing, if mastered your end compositions will make heaven’s door bell ring.