On The Presence of Peace

For the purpose of the following, the word 'One' connotes some innate state of humanity, where all exist as some undifferentiated source of life energy; 'One' may be what the word "God" or any other variation of the term or intellectual understanding seeks to define. 'One' may be I, you, we, or they, but none neither alone nor in part can be 'One'.

In this present state of being, there 'will not' be One—one world, one love, one being. In the state of individuation there 'will' only be what is perceived through One's experience as individual or Self, and as such, many selves. Here there are several worlds. There are my, your, their, and its worlds.

Consider your self a world. Within worlds, there is conflict, and drama being played out. There are 'world wars' (internal conflict) and 'wars of the worlds' (external conflict). A 'world war' has to do with self-trust, self-confidence, self-understanding, self-acceptance or self-conquest.  A 'war of the worlds' has to do with the way you interact with everything you regard as distinct from "your" self (e.g. "another" self and its experiences, ideas, or beliefs); it is a war of differentiation & individualization wrought by interpretation, opinion, and disagreement. A 'war of the worlds' is a disposition of Self that is concerned with outer conquest and its sole preeminence. Both are concerned with individual recognition & acceptance. 'World wars' and 'wars of the worlds' are simply valuative dispositions that comprise selves. They are the framework for life as we know it; more specifically, as the One is currently experiencing it.

On Sight, Sound, and Self-Control

We are conceived by Sight & Sound. Birth is that space during which an existence primarily of sound approaches an existence that is capable of being comprised equally so of sight (as well as the other senses that I will not address here). I refer to an individual's "nine month" gestation period, through to "birth"; their coming into some seemingly subsequent stage of a human's being.

The relationship is established between sight and sound at what seems an early stage in human development, although the term "established" can be misleading. A relationship isn't so much established as that a 'genesis of differentiation' has just occured, or some new awareness has just been arrived at. A human being transitions from some state of aural incorporative immersion out in to an isolating and "dissected" state of visual differentiation, where what was once an indistinguishable event seems like two factions of reality competing for some newly exhibited intellectual understanding; one reality that acts as two interpretive hubs (i.e. Sight & Sound) for the expression of life experience.

It is possible that sight & sound have always existed, in some undifferentiated state, however, it is here that some distinction is drawn; as Walter J. Ong puts it, "Sight isolates, sound incorporates." What precedes the undifferentiated state? What consciousness first observed and coaxed such an 'idea'—that is, the state—in to being? At what point in time did consciousness arrive at sight and sound? And still, what, if anything, precedes such consciousness? What is it that has no name, but was first named by its creation(s)?

On The Possibilities of 'I' (My AM/FM)

These past two years I've done quite a bit of introspection. That is to say that I am devoted, almost entirely at times, to the "examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes." I've chosen the word 'devoted', because that is what best describes this exercise (i.e. dedication), where up until this point, any experiences with introspection held less personal import than the incident(s) they were associated with, if any at all. The relationship with this atypical, or borderline obsessive, 'introspective devotion' & lifestyle can be likened to whatever else one might consume their "time" with: career, bills, mortgage, artistry, prayer, preparations for a marathon, Olympiad, or whatever else one might find themself entirely passionate about.

The wife & children can attest, as this had a direct effect on them, and still does. And, while I may have been withdrawn at times or made decisions that were not readily understood by any of them, much less by anyone that has observed or had an opinion on the matter, on the outside looking in, the intention has always been to provide my family, loved ones, fellow beings, and myself with the best 'I' possible; with all that I have been throughout, as a necessary procedure toward that ends. It is a different type of livelihood that offers a different type of subsistence; one I hope to share with anyone willing to explore its benefits further or for themselves.

Poetry: 'Fear: Honesty & Truth'

Fear, I fret, within us all;
a threat, regret, to loom, befall...
I fear the fall from grace,
and so I seek a safer place.

To displace the anxiousness,
I dismiss the opportunities;
toward chance I'm found remiss.
For I would rather save some face
than possibly encounter bliss.

The chase of greatness
is found replaced with
uncertainty; it is bound & silenced,
it abounds in violence—
conflict, judgement, searing eyes—
behind their curtain, curtailed Truth
where Truth abides, as light to lies,
here lay what slay the stay of need-for-proofs,
and what here lay of greed,
where people act & say from need,
and pain-in-private minds accrue.

What proof is required, where candour 'can',
for honest folk in honest land?
In-tu-i-tive-ly know; Here, where the honest sow,
where no self-doubt may sprout,
nor seeds of deceit grow!

A legacy is left.
For without Truth, bereft;
to lead our life in death;
a conscience then beset by what we 'will' not see.
For what we fear to share, is all that comes to bear
When bend-to-break, due what's at stake,
and fearfulness of being judged,
begrudge our Honesty, and make for Coward's stew;
to rue what's been believed—the falsity of we.
To be, or not to be—this cunning we've pursued.

Poetry: 'Maelstrom'

The less I moor, this vessel free
The more it moors, a trestle be
atop it, loft reality
a trough of vile banality

So what is real? More what I feel?
A fell I foot or hell I heel?
A thought a'thunk?
A quaff of sense, til drunk & drowned
in sense so dense as to confound

Merry are we, til all fall down,
til then spin free—merry-go-round
Sweet Carousel, when 'will' you cease?
"When of this world you're found deceased!"
"And, of it's grasp you'll let release...
to moor no more and be at peace."No shore or sure, for see to sea.

 

On Equality, Acceptance, and Tolerance

(In light of the debate and heightened state of sensitivity—due to the most recent Chick-fil-A headlines—surrounding same-sex marriages)

I can not help but be reminded that all are human and entitled to their point-of-view, however irrational others may feel such a point-of-view to be at times; however wrong or bad it is believed or felt to be.

Judging those that can not wrap their mind around the idea of equality is no less an affront to open mindedness, and the act of acceptance, than the very intolerance being perpetrated by those that are opposed to homosexuality, or any differing lifestyle or point-of-view for that matter. What matters the degree to which one is found intolerant, when all that matters is that both parties are exhibiting an intolerance for one-another.

One cannot fight intolerance with intolerance, for it will inevitably engender itself, and in so doing will only place its purveyor(s) on the level of those they wish to condemn; neither of whom will be found "taking the high road", rather both bound by zealotry in their contempt for one-another, trapped within a most vicious cycle.

A Gentle Reset: 'The Mountain' by Terje Sørgjerd

"This was filmed between 4th and 11th April 2011. I had the pleasure of visiting El Teide.

Spain´s highest mountain @(3718m) is one of the best places in the world to photograph the stars and is also the location of Teide Observatories, considered to be one of the world´s best observatories.

The goal was to capture the beautiful Milky Way galaxy along with one of the most amazing mountains I know El Teide. I have to say this was one of the most exhausting trips I have done. There was a lot of hiking at high altitudes and probably less than 10 hours of sleep in total for the whole week. Having been here 10-11 times before I had a long list of must-see locations I wanted to capture for this movie, but I am still not 100% used to carrying around so much gear required for time-lapse movies.

A large sandstorm hit the Sahara Desert on the 9th April (bit.ly/g3tsDW) and at approx 3am in the night the sandstorm hit me, making it nearly impossible to see the sky with my own eyes.

Interestingly enough my camera was set for a 5 hour sequence of the milky way during this time and I was sure my whole scene was ruined. To my surprise, my camera had managed to capture the sandstorm which was backlit by Grand Canary Island making it look like golden clouds. The Milky Way was shining through the clouds, making the stars sparkle in an interesting way. So if you ever wondered how the Milky Way would look through a Sahara sandstorm, look at 00:32."  - Terje Sørgjerd

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"A philosophic system is an integrated view of existence. As a human being, you have no choice about the fact that you need a philosophy. Your only choice is whether you define your philosophy by a conscious, rational, disciplined process of thought and scrupulously logical deliberation--or let your subconscious accumulate a junk heap of unwarranted conclusions, false generalizations, undefined contradiction, undigested slogans, unidentified wishes, doubts and fears, thrown together by chance, but integrated by your subconscious into a kind of mongrel philosophy and fused into a single, solid weight; self-doubt, like a ball and chain in the place where your mind's wings should have grown." —Ayn Rand

On Love: Deeds vs. Words

I saw the above image, and my
understanding differed. What
follows is my reflection.

Love can be conveyed in many ways. Deed and word are generally the two categories in to which all forms of its expression are arranged. Love is either felt or it isn't. It can be communicated effectively or ineffectively, recognized or overlooked, and appreciated or taken for granted. 

Sometimes it may be difficult for us to accept love from others. We may feel that we do not deserve it. Maybe we prefer it from one person rather than another. Sometimes we are unable to recognize that a particular gesture was performed out of love. Sometimes we simply fail to appreciate the love that is shown us. 

Despite life's challenges and disappointments, which may occasionally lead us to question the presence of love, there is quite a lot of it to be had. It is actually fairly abundant. Love is always around, like the air we breath. We inhale and exhale, taking deep or shallow breaths. We can hold our breath, in a stubborn attempt to deny it, only to find ourselves gasping for it at long last. How we are influenced by love corresponds to just how open and responsive we are to the deeds and words that convey it.

A Minefield of Memes for the Mindful

 The Quality of Intent:

 
 

There is never a need to explain what's made a person who they are (meaning what they've done), unless the need has been another's or their own, in which case it is not really a need, but a self-centered desire to either know or make known. Live conscionably and unapologetically. That is my understanding. ~ A.O.




 

"If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting."

 

"The importance is in forgetting scheduled time, and being more in rhythm with what surrounds you."

 

"When you compare yourself to others, you’re comparing your inside to their outside."

Term of the Day: 'Quandary'  >>

"We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. And whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the way God’s universe is made; this is the way it is structured."

Student: "I am very discouraged.

What should I do?"
Master : "Encourage others."
(Even despair serves a purpose)

Poetry: 'Nothing to Do, Nowhere to Go'

You are all there is to learn.
You are all there is to achieve.
You are all there is to attain.
You are all there is to need.

You are your most valuable possession.
You are every wish that is granted.
You are the answer to your prayers.
You are the answer to your questions.

You are all that you seek.
You are all that you see.
You are all there ever was.
You are all there will ever be.

I AM all that You Are, You Are all All of me,
Life is I, and this I is far greater than we.

On a Form of Wakefulness: 'It's not Religion, It's You'

A collaborative piece by Albert & Madalyn Brion-Reed

Rarely shall we come across central tenets of one form of Religiosity that are not similarly conveyed in another. The religious or spiritual practices that most closely echo one another's tenets provide just enough familiarity to ease conversion from one to the other.  Sometimes people arrive at previously unrealized & impactful insights during their conversion from one belief system to some other (religious or otherwise). They may entirely ascribe their newfound illumination, optimism or good fortune to their current transition. But is it really so? We shouldn't be so quick to conflate any subsequent euphoria with wherever we are, whoever we're with or whatever we're doing at that very moment. Correlation does not imply causation.

Though I may want to attribute any novel thoughts & feelings specifically to what's before me at present, if given time to reflect I might realize that it's what's behind me that got me there. Everything at present that I'd like to associate with my newfound illumination, optimism or good fortune may simply be a final nudge. Imagine that you set out on a long arduous trek. You have finally arrived at your destination. Your emotions fluctuate from anxiety to exhilaration to equanimity to relief and culminate with an intensified sense of  self-esteem which nudges you across the threshold. You have arrived. It is the end of one stage in your development that lends itself to the next. And though the accompanying circumstances were a necessary step on the path, they were not solely responsible for the illumination, optimism or good fortune that proceeded. The circumstances immediately preceding the illumination, optimism or good fortune are merely recent occurrences, in a series of events, leading up to what's happened—call it an awakening or maturation if you insist.

And so, what is important is that you have evolved and also how you will proceed with the experience, knowledge and wisdom obtained. Neither the instance nor arena in which this personal growth takes place need be accredited nor pondered. For some this tipping point may occur beneath a tree^[1], in a desert^[2], or in a cave^[3]. For others it may be found on a park bench^[4], in a prison cell^[5], or within any place really. The point is, that it was simply your time to arrive. This is not to say that such an instance is your final destination. Oftentimes an end is a beginning. Disciplines or belief systems can either hinder or facilitate our maturation. Our relationship to, understanding, and utilization of certain teachings that characterize the world's religions and spiritual practices will determine the extant to which they facilitate our personal growth.

Stop Breaking Your Children

Calling all 'Dads' (anyone really): Please read this powerful piece.

Mr. Pearce's insightful article resonated with me. I enjoy being a Dad, and I love my children and their spectacular mother. I've learned a great deal from being a family man and understand there is a great deal more to learn.

I recognize my shortcomings as a son, husband, father, and human and try my best to improve. I appreciate the challenges; however, I make many mistakes. Though I try not to dwell on them, articles like this serve as a poignant reminder of the times I've fallen short.

Every day presents new challenges and opportunities. Dan Pearce reminds us of the power we wield as fathers in strongly influencing the development of our children. He reminded me of how important it is to wisely and lovingly make the most of those challenges and opportunities for the benefit of our youth.

On Threshing Fields

There are so many distinctions, ideas, and opinions. I must let a person speak their mind. A response is not always necessary. I must understand that whatever I posit is simply a personal belief. The use of belief to devalue belief perhaps stems from the desire to be acknowledged or validated. It is the practice of impressing upon others an idea as some revelatory truth that they should accept. My truth is my own. I must be satisfied with that knowledge and relinquish the need to piece apart and refute another's perspective.

We are all trying to make sense of life. Everyone shares their understanding of it from time-to-time. The "This is what he/she meant" or "This is what is meant" is an exhausting exercise. If a person is not present to confirm my interpretation of what they've realized for themselves, it is not for me to make sense of for others; thus, the practice of misunderstanding. It is an already difficult task to accurately convey ones own thoughts and emotions, to ensure that what one expresses is correctly received, and all the more difficult to make any attempt at justly receiving and then sharing the thoughts of another. An idea or thing for one is never exactly what it is believed to be by another—interpretation is always a complicated matter.

Poetry: 'My Discipline'

Tempering my expectations and the emotions & actions elicited
and censoring the explicit nature of some anger that's persisted,
that lingers like a mist found in the hollow of a land,
a dale, or a depression.
It can all be so depressing;
until I learned that when a volcano burns
it is both a lesson, and a blessing. It has answered all my questions.

So when my mind is blown and what's shown is all that I Know;
an acceptance of Self, under the cover of stealth, then emerges;
purging the subversive power of suggestion,
that has been lying to me all this time,
that has been undermining Mind,
providing me with, and then preoccupying, time.
Time is determined to conceal a You that exudes a Truth that is real
a Truth that's all your own,
a Truth beyond intellect,
a Truth that's yours to own,
a Truth you've got to feel,
a hidden island toward which you steal away
a shore toward which your soul must effortlessly row...today

There is a seed within us all that is not nourished, only sown.
We musn't shield it, We must wield it, so that it may boldly grow,
to yield a field of Possibilities;
a telling realm of 'Right Now', where you are free to Be!

It's an Art-of-Fact realized only by self-excavation
Unattainable by means of self-adoration, occupation & station, 
proliferation, sensation, or material accumulation.
To ascertain Truth, and for the shift to begin, listen to within
Self-enquire, you'll aspire to new heights,
and disappear, like a phoenix, in to the Light of New Life.
Or, like a raven in to the silent Light of an Awakening Night.
Spread the wings of intuition, and watch your insight take flight!

No time, No mind
Only the power that Be
No past or future
No you, we, them, me
Only One Light exists...
lest too many we see.
Only One Life that's lead...
lest too several their be.

Photo: Via Jordan Rempel: initialRmanTestWParticles

On Fitness for Me, and Possibly You?

This past Tuesday I paid Road Runner Sports a visit, and picked up a pair of Vibram FiveFingers®: Treksport. I've been putting off the 'FiveFinger' purchase for quite a while now—a close friend obtained a pair as soon as they debuted. The draw? They just makes so much sense.

A couple of years ago I graduated from the Golf Academy of America in San Diego. My first job out of the academy was at The Ranch at Laguna Beach (formerly Aliso Creek Inn & Golf Course). Rather than spend an exorbitant amount of money on gasoline, I spent 2-to-3 days of my workweek with my cousin - and founder of JiuJitSUP Apparel & Lifestyle Brand, James 'J.P.' Acevedo. He offered to put me up, or put up with me; one of the two.

La Vida Laguna Full Moon
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My time spent with J.P. in Dana Point made a lasting impression on me. I would affectionately refer to the experience as The Monastery, because it evoked some reminiscence of when I lived with the Benedictine monks of St. Michael's Abbey, Farnborough, Hampshire, England. I learned a lot about myself at J.P.'s. We read, brainstormed, met new people, practiced Filipino Martial Arts (i.e. Eskrima), jogged, golfed, surfed, stand-up paddled, stretched, developed an effective fitness circuit, experimented with less conventional forms of exercise, attended Full Moon Drum Circles, and shared.

On This is Me, Loving You

I love people, and love writing. They are two of my passions. Are you interested in or deeply inspired by something: dance, photography, music, fine art, finance, fitness, food, service, travel, the outdoors? I'd be willing to bet that everyone is or has been interested in or deeply inspired by something at one point-in-time or another.

Life is a journey of self-discovery. We are often defined by what we do & think. In truth, we are far more than we sometimes perceive or intend—far more than our doing & thinking. But to convey the following idea, we are our interests; and so, I am an amateur blogger/writer, and you are what you are most passionate about.

If we look more closely at an activity—beyond its descriptor and enactment—we'll understand that it is a basic form of self-expression. It is a means by which to identify ourselves and broadcast that identity out into, and engage with, the world. It is how we connect on as intimate a level as most know how; a bit of a "This is who I truly am!" There are a divulgence and honesty to it.

Poetry: 'Self Portrait'

Today I thought I'd think about

...some things I'd like to do;

I think that if I think things out

...eventually they'll push through.

I know you think I think a lot,

...and though I know that's true,

...I think you'll see, to think like me

...will change your point-of-view!

Now granted, I'm enchanted

...by these thoughts I'm thinking now,

...but we'll get to doing all those things

...you'd like to do, somehow.

I know that time is of the essence,

...but I'd hate to rush perfection!

If you'll be so kind

...as to stop pressing me with plans,

...and to refrain from undermining

...my designs to understand,

...I just might find your desire to do,

...those things, that are required of you,

...inviting if provided with a bit more time to think!

Now...where were we?

Art: Courtesy of Vincent Willem van Gogh

Poetry: 'A Holiday Observation'

The aisles are crammed with Wanted and Wants

The folks are all mesmerized; drifting and sifting,

oblivious to the ground beneath their feet shifting.

Some are adorned with bobbles & bangles

Some solely devoted to working their angles

Some work in pairs; like parsnips & pears,

with their mouths all agape, as they dawdle & stare.

Their shoulders brush, as they bustle along;

right passed one-another, humming that song,

absorbed in their task and spending their cash

Reaping what one day will find refuge as refuse,

amassed in their trash.

There go two more! That's the fifth time they've passed.

What of this season gives reason to pursue...

the unnecessary excessive little things that we do?

One hundred or more people in store,

yet we better acquaint with the shelves so adorned,

So when asked why I find what's become so abhorrent

It is without so much as connecting that we exit...

the door of the storefront

Which then lends to a perplexing question of intent:

Where has this "spirit" we speak of disappeared to or went?

(Originally written on the evening of 24 Dec 2011)

Poetry: 'The Complex'

So many buildings, windows, doors

From whom do they all hide?

Their blinds are drawn; such shuttered minds

What treasures do they hoard inside?

So many here, who stew in fear,

usher in their brand new year,

without befriending all those near;

their world within their walls;

As small as it is tall...

this livelihood for all.

Poetry: 'My Mental Ticks, on Napkins & Chits'

Change: 
What remains of your slavery to patterns
is a strain of havoc strained from madness.
A change of pace may reap some gladness
if gratitude is what is practiced.
 
"...they say...":
Who are "they" who say so much?
You're quite convinced it's true.
While I may not know what "they say,"
a few claim that they do.

Always:
A dishonest term;
to speak it is to lie.
I'm certain that it's use
is never accurately applied.

Heirdom:
There once was told a tale or two;
was told a tale by mom & dad;
a tale by mom & dad, they knew;
this tale through stories they'd been told;
stories they'd been told were true;
by moms & dads of old.
 
Ego:
Where all that is false...
within you is assailed,
anxiety and suffering prevail.

The Accomplished:

Perhaps then,

they are more enthralled

with who you are

not what you are called?

Soap Box:

Be the audience you wish near.

What need is there for an ear to bend,

with ego stayed and two adhered?

Identity:

Perhaps we are not human

       Perhaps I am not sane

     Perhaps all that we are,

  is one vain and insane brain.

What's the Difference?:

simple is best, just as complex 

Words:

Words;

Symbols I love.

They capture my soul.

So many I've learned.

So  few do I know.

Envy:

There are those of us who read and write 

because we do not do;

but damned if I do not read and write,

thinking I should be doing things too

The Fall:

Thought is a travesty of the mind

Action, a preoccupation with time

Both insist they are author to bliss

But instead of a bliss, I find an abyss,

at the height of this climb they both offer

Late:

By whose standard do we measure late?

Yours or mine?

And, if not either, whose and why?

What standard, if neither nor any exist,

that hasn't been made by those who insist?

Late again...:

I am never late.

I am always on time.

Wherever life steers me.

However divined.

Higher Learning:

Life is a lesson,

for an endless semester,

that is always in session.

Photo: Via 100 layer cake: An invitation by Bryn (Paperfinger)

On Dissatisfaction

(From an assignment from Timothy Ferris' book 'The 4-Hour Workweek''. The following is a question, and the response that it evoked. It is what it is. A.O.)

What are you waiting for? If you can not answer this without resorting to the previously rejected concept of good timing, the answer is simple: you’re afraid, just like the rest of the world. Measure the cost of inaction. Realize the unlikelihood and repairability of most missed steps, and develop the most important habit of those who excel, and enjoy doing so, action.

I am waiting for my wife. Or am I? I often wonder if I am using my family as an excuse to not pursue what I know will eventually have to be done. A lot of what I feel is anchored to an emotion named selfishness, and the transhistorical negative connotation affixed to it. But how does one leave their family without feeling guilt? Do I forgo the guilt, and leave? And so, instead, I selfishly attempt to convince my wife to come with me. So, if I am selfish in wanting my family to join me on an adventure and selfish should I decide to go on my own, is the only available instance of unselfishness to stay where I am at and to seek happiness where there is seemingly none to be found?

Poetry: 'Doldrums'

(Inspired by Lily Allen's 'Smile' )

Greener is the grass that proceeds next door.

I breathe in disdain and exhale abhor.

I adore mis amores, but I tire of love.

In a heart that's now snoring,

life is so boring.

I'm tired of fawning and mal de amores.

I find myself yawning;

thought-vomit spawning.

on-and   on-and 

on-and   on-and

on-and   on-and

on-and   on-and

Can't see the forest for the trees.

Everyday these bees, they're all dressed to a tea;

whores on their knees;

people praying in steeples,

and aiming to please;

uninspired and feeble.

I do not find myself very pleased by these people.

My interaction is all an act that

assists in distracting my-dissatisfaction.

Extraction of laughter, is all I am after.

Impacting my life-state,

at this rate of movement,

my loose grip will lose it.

Am I making myself the least bit of lucid?

Here are my musings, for your amusement:

A male in a maelstrom;

assailed by the silent connivance of sirens'.

libido gyrates...

and vibrates the pylons of life with such violence.

Sensi kill irate.

Mind in a sky state.

Synaptic filings,

and senseless aspiring;

a rabid rancor; asylum,

an anchor of stylings for my imbibing.

A law for abiding: Thou Shalt Clip...

and snip all the wings off the hip chipper chicks,

who soar on the winds of their cheap parlor tricks.

Get your money, your whips, and your certificates,

your American dream, your salvation, and status!

Insanity: vanity's impregnable palace.

It’s madness—afflicted, addicted to gladness...

...for 'things' that they sell you.

Is truth so uncouth that it's barren of value?

Truth is the harbor their ships fail to sail to.

Impossible to steer them; it's painfully clear then...

Here then, Barabbas remains near and dear them;

Oh

so

close-to-the-heart;

Lo-and-behold, things fall apart.

Pastors & pontiffs, philanthropic topics.

Philosophers, pundits, priests and their coffers;

ceaseless in speech, seizing more than they offer.

I'll hibernate then, patiently anticipating;

awaiting the day when the truth does not escape them...

And so, for an eternity

You will not return to me.

Never to return to me; though always a concern to me.