In an Unknown forest in Lawful Territory on Eklipses...

How does someone find the path to become calm?

How does one seek the garden from which one's mind enters such a state?

How does one with a shattered mind caused by the world, forced to bear unyielding weight, find such a thing?

How does one, constructed from their fragments, find a balm in this state of theirs?

Do people not declare it as a supposed kind of serenity?

Some kind of state that results in amenity?

What manner of action is required to create such a state of clarity?

What creates a sincerity that brings forth relaxation and prosperity of the mind?

What would it be like for a mind that was broken and remade, As I imagine it cannot shelter such a state,

Is calm not but a state that is held to be a soothing creation of the mind?

How does one get to feel the soothing embrace of clarity these folk declare?

What form of agony one must go through to get to this supposed stated peace of mind others share?

Wait am I going about this wrong, in some manner or form?

Am I thinking about this from a manner a man of the norm may see it?

Would it not feel different for me, one with a mind so alien from what others expect?

That must be it, for maybe I might be in such a state right now as I start to correct my trail of thoughts.

Calm within the mind is found in more than one form, I can realize such a thing now,

I believe it to be visible to myself now, how it would feel as I'm getting understanding how,

I can feel it now that I'm no longer bound by convention, the sharpness of its clarity with my structured mind,

The sharpness and smoothness of its edges of the state within it I am beginning to find.

Its embrace does not conflict with this state of mine that I possess at this time,

Though it is still such a surprise, as I believed that to find a way to experience such a state would be far less than sublime,

Thought one mind had to be sane to feel this but appears that was a misconception that was good to be wrong,

It truly does go to show my flaws in my constructed thoughts that occurred for so long.

I have much to learn it appears to myself,

Though that is the joy is it not, in the learning of new ideas and subjects for oneself,

To bask in the afterglow of the discovery that was brought forth,

Must not dally, must continue my search for knowledge henceforth from here.~

Book Written by Mad Chronicler

Discovered by an Explorer