I feel a certain poison in my body, a dark thread of night that traces the outlines of my mind and squeezes inward. My mind gives way and the night takes advantage of my cranial highways and attempts to overtake my soul. Unrelenting, I feel the battle waging, waxing and waning as I struggle against it. The poison persists and I find myself blown out to sea, battered and tossed by raging seas, holding on to my raft for dear life.

Then even the raft is gone.

I am overwhelmed by darkness, it seeps out my fingertips, permeates my heart and pours out my mouth. Bitterness crashes in waves, irritation exasperation aggravation frustration beat me, pound me, crush me into foul submission.

I scream in frustration from the highest peak to the sky filled with stars, planets, nebula, galaxies; to the very infinite universe itself. But my mouth is sealed shut, my hands become stone a millennia old, my feet erode into the ground, my skin becomes marble, my blood runs silver cold and stills. Time ceases. The fabric of the universe bleaches white, becomes translucent and disappears.

Be Still and Know that I AM GOD.

Were I able, I would close my eyes, the bitterness within recoiling, seeking refuge in the blackness of my statue. The words echoing across the non-universe burn my frozen eyes, the heat melts my stone arms and liquefies my silver blood. Frustration trembles and flees, darkness bleeds out of me, its tendrils of irritation and aggravation unwillingly evaporate.

I fall to the ground, my flesh restored, the stars and galaxies gleaming above me. And a whisper on the wind echoes in the rustling the leaves.

I AM greater than your fears. I AM greater than your darkness.
I AM.