Oh – stay calm, these things that trouble you are but shadows. Fleeting horrors of the imagination without substance – for they can not enter here in the garden. The gentle rains are welcome. The warm sunshine from the Azure firmament is welcome. But these nightmarish fantasies of yours are not solid here – for you are in the walls of my garden and you are my flowers. But do not stray from here – for then your fears will become tangible. Out there the monsters become real. Out there horror is the crop and pain is the fertilizer. Please do not ask about the soil. Out there each seed planted is planted on the bones of the dead.