Walk softly on this ground for you do not know who is listening,
weither they be friend or foe, or even if they are visible at all, since
not all enemies are on this physical plain, never forget the enemies
of the mind,the soul, and the dreams. Insanity is the weapon of
such a foe, for who can fight themselves when all is in a crashing
color of great amasement, that few eyes do recognize the
splinder of these things. Thus I write down an account here
for those who read and ponder what I bring, and perhaps more.