I hadn’t been a nerd, mind you. I’d just been the type of guy who spent a lot of time by himself, focused entirely on a single consuming interest.

Freedom from fear's consuming control over us hinges upon our honestly dealing with what our overwhelming fears are specifically about and then coming to terms with those tedious, often emotionally driven details.

...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.

Always somewhere there is fire or smoke, insistent reminders of the greed consuming the world

DeepYou, you’re deep waterAnd I’m scared because I can’t defaulterI don’t know how to swim, So, if I jump in,I’ll be consumed by your waves.I’ll try to keep my head above the rage.But you’ll just swallow up my whole.My entire being will be controlled.If I were to dive,I could no longer thrive.You would consume my being;Leaving me breathless, not breathing.Is there a medium I can prescribe?That would allow me to disguiseThe fear I gather in my bones. I just can’t swim in the water of morone. Do you possess a life supportTo hold me up? My last resort.If I jump in, I’ll drown in bends. Your love is suffocating, nothing can amend.November 20, 2011