the many things that endanger us, that make us believe we will seize to exist upon doing them or coming across them, or any which one of the like have made us stronger in the sense that we acknowledge those fears, that we bereave the fact that we are frightened, and frightened meet with it anyway. Subconsciously it is our only self to be the being in which we are intended to be, to be the righteous of all there is and ever was before us, all that wills and lies before us. Our kindness, killing, will find a way to heal us. Our sympathy, forgiving, will lead us in a direction of unmatched sorrow and unworthy pain. For of all the great things that lie in people, us people have left the world on its own to wilt on its own time on its on day, and every turn of head withers it away.
How we can become so encumbered is beyond my understanding; it nor looms in the understanding of my fellows, nor greats who write on the philosophy of this topic. It is yet to be established how very lost we may be. Somebody, I hope, will find me. And lucky as I may be, that person shall be myself and myself only (as to save from discrimination and anything frowned upon). I pray I find myself, and in finding myself, find others.