I don't know what this was originally titled (if anything). I can at best attribute it to the author whom I believe is named below.

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Go ahead,
said the Demon,
weave your magic circle
and initiate each other,
I will not enter
into your philosophy.
Not true, not true,
not true, said I,
for you are the centre
of our circle
and your vision
is most wise-
As every Fool
is a Magician,
and every Demon
is an Angel in disguise!

-- Narada Danvantari

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Found here: www.corewave.com/gamei/rec/26.htmlx

I'm sharing this here because I enjoyed the piece as a reminder that there is learning and growth to be had if we choose to move beyond our personal demons (fears and vices). Fear, anger, pain, these are harbingers of growth and wonder, we only need choose to find the value hidden within them which leads to liberation.

"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to route all that was not life, and not when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
-- Thoreau

"Any man not busy being born is busy dying."
-- Bob Dylan

"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
-- Theodore Roosevelt

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Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all--young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.

Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth. But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom."

The other creatures laughed and said, "Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks and you will die quicker than boredom!" But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.

Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more. And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, "See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!"

And the one carried in the current said, "I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure." But they cried the more, "Savior!" all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Savior.