Wrapping oneself in a cocoon of words does not necessarily mean merely waiting for transformation, but initiating it.
The study of change in the inebriation of a forgotten sentiment.
A token of gratitude, an investigation of self, a bubble popped, a smoke screen filtering silver the gold of a charred daffodil, and a mountain meant to float held in place by a wall of fire and moat of the driest ice.
Below the dirt lies unimaginable wealth. Theories are pointless without practice. Practice hard your finest theories, lest you forget them.