"Moon in my Pocket!"

In the constant Heartbeat of darkness, I get Disoriented. I don't know the Day or even hardly the Time. None of it seems Relevant. It's like being Suspended in Space with no Points of reality onto which to grab. My Identity is gone, Dissipating into the infinite Blackness. The Universe is Inert, drowning in Flooding fear, washing over me in Waves of Consciousness trying to suck me Under. These Assaulting days without Sun or Moon remind us every Soul has its Limits.

Others have reached their Capacity for Terror. In the Green Zones they mock these creatures of Heartbroken Minds who wander among us as the Living Dead, crying Out in pain, wailing for Help that Never comes. They speak of Conspiring Witches hidden in the mountains Authoring our demise. Their Certainty is not to be Swayed! Others carry Signs of their Crimes, begging me to Repent their sins. On a Hellishly hot day I saw a Shivering Sad-sack treading down the road swearing, "I've got the Moon in my Pocket!" Grasp for Lost Reality too long and the mind begins to Slip.

How much Longer do I have? None of this is New, of course. You can read about it in the History Journals of destroying our first planet. Knowledge does not pre-suppose Wisdom, however, and is no Substitute for a Good Heart. It's like watching a slow Poison emanating from the center of the Ocean, rippling out with the Tide until no Place is safe. The Non-Repenters warn hell is Real and coming. But I Say it's already Here.