“I once found a phoenix charred in its own ashes. I brought it home with me, wept through the night, and then tossed it to the wind--its brittle body dispersing all about. This thing without a name and deep within me--how it truly believes that if something is meant to take flight, then it must one way or another.” SufferingBeliefLetting GoClosure Book:Insomniacs, We Source: Insomniacs, We