Should you happen upon the gate at the entrance of my mind, you may attempt to enter.
Do not expect the winds to calm, nor the ground to cease from shaking. Do not look to the sky to quiet its thunder, do not ask time to stay its maddening flurries.
It is likely you will not understand what you find there; you may not ever feel at home. The seeds you plant there may not grow...
...But they might.
And so I must invite you in, and see how far you'd care to venture, beyond the gate at the entrance of my mind.