Innermost Freethought

I lay unable to sleep. Disorganized rumination raced through my head. It happened often. I thought that I should at least attempt to begin. I got out of bed and started to write. I thought my mind's capacity only held a few paragraphs. To my surprise, it fearlessly dealt out the jumbled mess with sincerity, and that allowed repressed ideas and emotions to emerge. I could finally begin to to be honest with myself as I processed the dung heap that the wolves had ever covered with my own wool.

• Song of the Firebearer
• Innermost Freethought