fixed focus

Glory does not wait. It has no patience for the unfocused mind. It moves at an apparition's pace, skirting the edge of fantasy and reality. One must run towards it, vaulting headlong into the fog. Good and bad exist inside the phantom. The well-intentioned find their way to success, while the distracted become lost. Routine can make a madman or a friend, only he who commits to the lifestyle can determine which.