# 21 [4 August 2013]
POST #21: Cambrian Series 2
DAY FIVE ON SITE: Totally lost inside the process. Impossible to see a way through. I end up writing prose... (pt 2)
[First half of 'Ten Earths' prose in previous post]
I guess I should explore more, see these sights, think these impossibilities, taste these earths. Not easy. Never easy to think. At least not at a speed that outstrips the body.
And what is left?
The only path left is the one left. To accept nullity. To abide society. To fear terror. The evil use all three. The good fight all three. How many good and evil people do you know? Actively evil. Actively good.
It sometimes seems the only moral thing is to sit back and watch.
The minerals pull me back. The horizontal world tilts. The vomit is comprised predominantly of Celtic and eurypterid exoskeletons. Crumpled, shivering, gorged on the tears that have re-entered my body. Wet and black, I have committed the ultimate sin.