Maybe at some point while going around venerating qualities that are not virtuous nor progressive nor positive in any way other than self-aggrandizement, you know, those who take advantage of their successes and don't share with others, hoarding it all.
Was I wrong not to fight in that arena, could I take pleasure in it, could I try?
Is it that I just want to be one of them, the sheltered, the common, the craven, the muggles, the idolaters, greasing the ladder after they've already climbed it, and laugh as others fall.
I never understood the politics of use, utility rather than connection.
Wait now, nobody's perfect, no person, no place, no thing.
Never tell anyone your plans.
To make your Mark on the trail or leave no Trace?
You see how torn I am?
Okay! Okay! Enough. Confidence is King, even if it's borrowed or stolen.
There's special Providence in the fall of a sparrow.
