For there is no thread long enough to stitch the opening of thy pain.
The battle to recover was lost at injury.
The depth . . . The Core . . . The heart of mankind is forever prone to infection.
You, I, Us . . . Are all susceptible by association.
A family, a friend, even a foe can transmit the diseases which plague our existence.
We imitate the good, the bad, the ugly.
We learn the good, the bad, the ugly.
We exercise the good, the bad, the ugly.
A constant excretion of contradicting emotions, such as love, hate, joy, and sadness
Evoked by various events in life has contributed to a world of confusion.
If the feeling of hate and anger vanished from the character of man would a foe suddenly,
Are the feelings we feel always appropriate and justified?
Knowing how to feel may be knowledge reserved only for the genius within us all,
Which is separated from our conscious like torn flesh.††