doubt__and_doubt Strideo move away from the center of the vehicle and toward the edge of coherent thought. a medallion, a token of madness has been placed in the palm of your hand. there are places we don't come back from. a beacon. a flame. a light. a traitor to the darkness in my soul. it wakes me, pulls me from the edge. oh, how i wish it were so, but no beacon pulls us back from that edge, that abyss. only doubt holds us back. fear of what is or isn't on the other side. ... 030807 ... oldephebe nicely done 030807 ... Brazil No fear, conviction. I was already on the otherside. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF GOING BACK. 040205 what's it to you? who go blather from