But is there not movement? And from there, more emotional pitch,, and, consequently, more movement.
Is this not a person of heart? To stir the healing energies from deathly sleep?
To arouse, awaken from solemn repetition? To crave an upstart, a movement of rhe winds of change caught by the windmills of imagination and desire?
Dare to move forward. Shake your shackles off from the bogeyman of the Deep. Devise strategy that what you see is not anything, if you don’t place it there.
Perchance, a military offense is occurring that makes the bogeyman look giant by elevated boots and breathing apparatus and suit?
Respond. Go within.