When the meek fool spoke.
Emotion got in the way.
He never wanted any of this.
He hated being of one.
In a sea of many.
Allone
He could have told them why.
But in his head he wouldn't listen.
He knows true freedom is; absence of everything.
For that is so hard to attain on this plane.
In every loud quiet moment it drives him insane.
So primal this Aether, so easy to see why.
Tethered to reality, through the force of life.
Inside everything whether they know it or not.
The force of life inside you cannot be stopped;
easily.
For that takes time
And reason.