Source of Anger

There is only one source of anger, it's the Protector. There's no other way about it, I have to make it my mission to escape. If I make something my mission I can do it. I have information, I can get more, I want to get away, I want to fly away, yeah, yeah, that's right, that's exactly right, it's not as simple as it seemed, the petite voyage isn't a mere break in the Languishing, it's the definite break. The Protector with all her love is poison. All fear, all reprimands, all commands misguided, all ignorant suggestions, all pleadings for me to return to the Languishing. The Journey is small, yes, but it has begun and can't stop. I'm working myself up the lighthouse but already this vantage point is telling me things, the truth dances in veils in front of me, she talks in tongues, its allure is irresistible. It burns your heart, tongue and eyes to try to look away, to dare to walk back into the Moonless Void, the unpoetic, the realm of fear and distrust, the Languishing. There is and was only one way, Forward, and so many paths forward even! The path of least resistance, against all odds, is the right path. Each forward step doesn't have to be agony, it has to be full of good, either pleasure or good pain. I'm without words to express it but its color is bright orange, and warm.