If I, as man, mortally corrupt in all nature, wounded in soulless introspect,
consider that a thought or gesture of kindness or timidity might conquer the rath of cruel intention,
see only the benefit of escape from a moment’s trivial conviviality
with the harsh underbrush of discernment of right or wrong,
then I have failed to connect the path to the doorway of all peace.
I am guided to the well. I am not thirsty for inane self delusion.
I am the trickster of concept. I know. I am aware. I lead to acura’ repose.
Follow my instinct, all who should. That is the dissoluble force of my freedom. I do not know.
I am not the Catcher In The Rye. I am led to the trough of good by my amazed, bewildered,
quite mad disposition of loyalty to the oath of remonstrance. All that is known, is unknown.
I fear nothing, for I know nothing. – Sinz