It seems the fiery call within is a mere treacherous listen. It is beyond the grasp of those who seem to grope more than the seduction of the flesh.For the heart storms for the sweet perpetual leniency of entanglement. The call the repeat of defeat is more than a soul can conquer. With the recourse to folly all who passionately captivate this deception the monumental illusion of reality remains the backdrop of this submission. What then do we do with these bodies of ours? Release the realization that no one is everyone and everyone is someone. Its plain to see that if mind over matter exists then temperance and moderation must also. Yet, in the turbulence of temptation there is one factor true to remain constant, choice.Beyond the deaf tones of the storm within the heart the bliss and beauty of the will no matter how weak proclaims its gentle still voice even if it is a faint dwindling whisper.