Uncharacteristically, I've been dreaming a lot these past couple of months. Usually I can't make much sense of what I'm seeing other than it's my mind trying to compensate for the lack of certain elements in my life. This one time though...

“Perhaps the dog, who didn’t go after the bad guy in my dream, but went behind him, represents the coward in me. Who sees the problem, knows something must be done about it, but is hesitant and afraid. He, who does not seize the opportunity. He, who is all bark and no bite. The coward follows the demon, studies it, but does not confront it. As such, the coward unknowingly and unwillingly becomes a follower of the demon, and not the redeemer. Such is the way of the man who is a scholar, but refuses to become a warrior. Such is the way of a soul enclosed in darkness.” (08 September 2025)