The inner core

A secret, a secret place, a secret dwelling place… Out of sight of curious, envious eyes, of scrutiny, of malevolent stares of the opportunists and exploiters, of the totalitarianism of normality, of compassion... Unmolested by the pressures of conformity, it does not have to compromise its Byzantine compositions, nor sacrifice the rare and delicate flowers that have sprung from its soil. In this place I can take my turn ever so slowly decapitating the child killer, or tearing the Nazi interrogator’s fingernails out with a pair of pliers. In this place, I can watch the disk of the Milky Way galaxy rise over another horizon, a world taking its first life breath just as ours is dying.