This sea-flower blooms in the darkness; in the cold dense salty water, through volcano ash, pushing through sedimentary coral-seashell-shark tooth resistence. It never senses sunlight, nor admiration. I don't know if anything feeds on it. It seems predator-less. I am like this silent flower; however, I am surrounded by predators and parasites.

When we do not speak up to defend ourselves, to clarify misinformation, as I had always believed was the higher course, the rabble, the lecherous, gossip-classes pry open (for me anyway) the mouth, and fill it with their words, their poisons. Before we know it, we are speaking these words to ourselves. Internalizing and digesting the thoughts and ideas of others. Eventually, we become them, if we become isolated for too long. The brain becomes soft; there are white out moments of nothingness. Since the one safe place is gone, and everything inside has turned against us. Self doubt, ruination, and general haziness replace. This is an exquisite hell. This is the new society, as I experience it.