Deviance defines us, brings us to know ourselves. But how far beyond the social realm are we truly willing to travel? The walk is easy on the legs but rough on the mind. For the gentle path winds one way. Look at your compass, Artist, and view only one direction. You of true the breed know of what I speak. We see it everywhere in our rugged isolation. It is dizzy, chaotic, and groundless.
Travel the road. Social ties are the toll, and the price is social stability. Let it all ride upon the swift avalanche, whose snows billow and buster, and destroy and maim until the flat lands end their awful descent.
Then how still the white bed lays while it waits for the summer sun's silent execution!
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