Shall we find such peace?

There are times when one hears a few things shuffle in the closet.  Not necessarily the one in the corporeal corner, a bit deeper. Far beyond mental and into the light of spiritual. Was it as simple as two wooden hangers under the same spell as the candle, rattling bones; or perhaps the chains that keeps one from regaining wings? The mind finds that single forgotten moment of terror; the one more lost for the struggle of sanity than the classes of society. It is always there. Awaiting a thought. Then it beings to burn like a wild fire. We have all faced a fears or terror. Now we are late in existence. Perhaps annihilated. We must forget not share with others so that they might find a new depth to madness. Do we really wish others to add to their burden? If we set aside ego and proceed to progress, we than chance a moment to evolve. Self-controlled madness is more challenging than an 8 hour chess match listening to Wagner’s ‘Ride of the Valkyries.”