The challenge is writing in metaphors. The weirdness of discovery makes it more important to conceal. Documenting and never revisiting is like making a shrine just to never worship it. Disdainful, meaningless and most important of all, unnecessary. Looking in the mirror, I see the result of all my daily doings. Slowly built up. I see self hate. I see lovelessness. Let's define lovelessness here. It is not the lack of love from others. I see no good in expecting people to love thyself with the blemishes and demons thou carry. If someone was totally truthful to you about how they feel, how they look at things, what are the things from time they carry, one might see them with utter interest at first. A sheep that howls might have taken the other sheep aback at first. The first thought would have been of a disconnected differentiation rather than of fear of death. The wolf had to howl sometime. Now or later. The howl had to come. Truth to exotic identity is best to perception of the endemic through the movement of time.
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