As there has always been and never lacking of, an underestimation of one's own surroundings and possibilities. As I looked upon this world I saw a great portion of ruin, that in itself mirrored the reflections of whatever was inside me. As I stare upon the amount of those that follow my works, I come to think deeper and more profoundly.
As I sit here within the confines of my mind, my home and in many ways my end line, I cannot help but wonder the two possibilities of the majority whom watch me, whom in ways study and take from my words, my work and the works of others. I see that there are truly scholars out there. People that look beyond the poor and infinitesimal exploits of face values, and maybe see a little deeper into this world. Where there are no boundaries, only self employed chains. Where there is always a choice, not an obligation. When I look upon those of you whom read this now, I would love to fool myself a final time that you are the next to journey into this twisted land of ours and carry with you the weight only scholars do. The burden of knowledge and realization. Otherwise however I would believe in some of you only to be impressed by the shinies and the shapes. Stars only shine so much and then they die, but their remains stretch the horizons of this and many more eternities. I'm proud of many of you who don't just see light, you see reason. It means that there is real beauty in this world and maybe hidden in that is an even more beautiful inevitability: Reason will rise, not fall.