While withstanding the barrage of blubbering bureaucracy, we strive for excellence in executing our control with extreme extravagance. Without the assistance of outside minded insiders, life crumbles like sandstone cookies in our hands. Why then do we allow common contriving cooks to concoct our meals of bitter truth and unjust reality; in place of doing for ourselves what needs be done? If only you could see what I see; then you might know what it is that I hide from you! It is simply the art of relocating that which is rightfully yours to a place that is my own secret brothel of uncarnal knowledge. Where-in I store all that is necessary for one such as myself to decipher that which is sought after by so many but deserved by so few. The truth, that is of what I speak.
   Ungainly as it has become, I alone carry the ample box upon my back that you wish to think outside of. While you struggle to understand, I continue my search for all that is lost; and gain many a mile lead on your slow contrivance. So be warned! Endeavor to not be paced by the lumbering of man’s society, but be instead hurried by it. All that is required is an honest attempt to out do every other soul in the mist. Now run, run as if existence itself is fueled by your very breath to continue with its own forward momentum. Under no other context can one achieve that which I know one can. If only for a second, believe in the actions you take to catch up and keep time with my mighty stride. Otherwise…