It is everything which is nothing. But it isnt it. It is it…Is it? Or isnt it? Will it hurt you  will it love you..Will it bring you to the light..or will it distort into its own self-deluded darkness. It can be everything, but isnt it nothing? Doesnt it confuse you…It is confusion, It is the fear crawling behind that sense of reallity melting together…As it bends the trees and as it melts your face…it will destroy you, It will drive you mad..and craze you untill it leaves you, with nothing left but the confused knowledge nothings right…everything is pointless, in this ocean of chaos…It will consume you…