I once got into a heated argument with an imaginary cat; of course, only the voices in my head can cause the "divine" to forget itself because we are "life" itself.

The thoughts in my head have formed words as cryptic as the mysteries of life. I know the taste of madness so I know sometimes pain is a kindness. All I see around me are true lies, everyone seeking salvation yet walking with the wrong notions; no one is present yet seeking attention.

I have been manipulated, and for the times I was fooled, I was reprimanded. The joy of life comes without a cost, but we have given "it" a price, so our "presence" has become the cost. Life is as beautiful as my tattoos, and I hope these words help you see that, too.