I am not a healer. It
is true I was born in a thunderstorm.

To understand the world completely
is to forgo living in it. You’re wanting

a myth to ease the paralysis
of confusion and worry. I

am your myth. But as it is with
any chosen one, choosing

was never an option for me. I would
choose against it. My own body

fails. But I sense the desperation
in your gaze. Time, like weather,

breaks down the physical world. What is
undiminished is the panic for something holy.

– Laton Carter