For over 200 fortnights, the words salvaged from the depths of the twilight mind refused to rise to the surface to siphon off it's elusiveness, so that the world might gain from it's succulent fruit. Now, as if from the flaked ashes long forgotten by mortal minds, they arise like the Phoenix. Feather fleeting cinders burn the ideologies of antagonism and smite the theories of negativity. The open mind ushers in the thoughts of the masses, and viewpoints of the few. A rhetoric of freedom awaits, unbound by the laws of man or the limitations of "rights" for left and any other direction is possble. On this day... the blog of Sceritz... is revived...
