"......not afraid. fear aught not be my directive. nor my derivative. certainty a guide. certainly i traverse this course as though on a glide. rough patches be damned, i walk levitating through problems making my art a sight unseen. serta or dream, where i lay these thoughts has the comforts of a thorny mattress. the plight of sleepless knights. enough to cause madness. a seasoned soldier with an untrained eye suffers in his attempt to locate meaning, given this address. certain in my strides as a scribe. patterns partain parts that partake in making i whole. fear emptying my soul. a word of art. not your regular joe, but a jewel. between the lines, joules. heat. passages read hot. so each day i fear naught.'
'i is green'