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1Day 23 - Void of Vicar
2Ah, a beautiful day, the sun was shining, but wind prevailed to ease the heat. I spent the morning doing mindless things, things I’m aware will be scorned and approved at equal measure should a crowd stand behind me. The stream of spirits has been disruptive lately, everyone wants something, it is inevitable that some of those wishes’ interest clash.
3Next to the surface, the weather is bad, more and more people leaving the material world to fly indiscriminatingly. On the surface, things can seem calm, but beneath, above, next to, and behind, unrest is the norm. The eyes can only perceive a fragment of reality, whereas we feel as if we have most of the world under our comprehension. 
4War is a temporal problem, but peace is a difficult force to deal with. Disapproving war is a courteous literation of I don’t want to see blood and death, I don’t want to wake up one day and suddenly have to deal with a bunch of strangers come to my house and take my things and kill me if I resist, I don’t want to sleep beneath a strange place not knowing what tomorrow will be simply because it is the rule of war. 
5Whereas violence exists, resistance will surely follow. But no one has thought about what to do with peace. Violent monsters on the other side of the mirror didn’t really satisfy with their victory over war, war was simply an useful mean of expression: it is noble to against war, and it is sinless to release the monsters in dire needs.
6We are not that alone, people litters their own living space, how can you expect them to be more decent at a common ground?
7We often feel as if too many things are pressed against us when physically there’s nothing really going on around us, there’s no armed men marching outside, there’s no fire in the basement, there’s no sociopath broke into your house with a knife coming from room to room, but there you are waiting anxiously wondering where he is.
8As much as I want to calm you down, the feeling you are having isn’t abnormal, it came from your visit to the back of your head, we all want to visit the back of our head now and then, we fly around there, littering our psychological trash, and then return to the material world where everything pose a more immediate matter worthy of our concern, that is indeed the case. When your physical form fail to persist, it is only fair that you will be sent to the graveyard of instrumental horrors that you helped create when you were still alive. Sometimes the corruption is too excessive that even though it is not time yet, the plague can occasionally vacillatingly surface the mental backdoor, causing your current, alive self to catch a glimpse of what you, and others have done to the realm.
9I do not dare to hope anyone would have the capacity to clean their spiritual waste, but I prefer to dip myself in a more positive reality of the current, where the bright sides of everything are brought on the table, but I also know I’m doing a great disservice to my psyche neglecting the other side of the matter.
10You think you can bypass the adversity by accumulating the strength to ignore it, unless you are totally ignorant, even if just a fragment of truth survives in your consciousness, you are bound to the responsibility of having to deal with it at the back of your head.
11I was able to forget it, I really did.
12But the clone of your inner self processes it still, and when he attempts to dump it once more into the void, he’s too sucked into it and disappeared, dragging along the psyche of yourself with such violent gravity until you can no longer play deaf to the matter.
13He… he perished???
14The clones of the self can be endlessly replicated, each sustains most memory of the last, but with each created, it costs something in your life, more than just physical matters. Normally you wouldn’t be able to feel it, but as the mortality rate of the self then skyrockets, I fear you would never prepare enough for what is to come.
15But what, what should I do???
16…What do you expect? I don’t know.