Narrow Boundaries
Do not expect me to provide an exact account of what I have been permitted to experience in this domain. I shall limit myself here to recalling without effort certain things which, apart from any exertions on my part, have occasionally happened to me, things which, reaching me in unsuspected ways, give me the measure of the particular grace and disgrace of which I am the object; I shall discuss these things without pre-established order, and according to the mood of the moment which lets whatever survives survive. -Breton
TRUTH

Please, tell Truth and shame the Devil. Where we stand, he aches to leech that last moment of hope from the ground. Ceased in the moment, the warmth in that glow of life exposed the source of this truth. We surround him, to shame him where the wound began. While the maleficent pricks her shame onto you, here there is no reason to strike shame upon your truth. The air will not remain still; anxious and fiery we can all feel, because the truth tickles and when we hear it, all sounds ignite.