Choosing Sides

It was that time I told you about, it was that time when I had run away.

There was a party, I told you about the drug, and asked you to get past that to get to the higher understanding.

It was the time of choice.

We all choose, whether to care, whether to love, whether to try, whether to bother.

How many of us remember the moment when we made that choice?

How many of us mark that occasion in yearly ritual?

Are you prepared to love? Or are you simply going to consume? Will you be elemental and be consumed? Or will you transcend the cycle of consumption and become spirit?

Maybe that choice is made earlier for some, maybe it is made easier? Maybe it is never made at all.

There can be no half measures. A side must be chosen.

Will you dissipate in the darkness, or will you become the light?

For me, it was March 25, 1996.