Who am I? I am someone who can't offend you, because we are both dissolving. Even with the victories of great debates and God on our side, we will die. I can't truly question you, because your answer, as well as mine, is not based on universal truth. We want to win, disguised as humble, and not be exposed as pretentious. I say I aid, not abuse. To grow to heaven, your roots must be planted in hell. I know I am not good. I am capable of unspeakable evil. I have faith in the calling. The thing that keeps saying: "Create with the dust until it goes home with the wind." In that creation, I must be able to sin. I must eat the forbidden fruit. Now that makes me distant from others and uneasy with God. Something, though, before I was born, made a destiny for me, and it pulls me through life, ushering me to stay on the path. If I refuse, my brain starts to boil and I revert to nerves. Something above rejects me when I stray. I have tried with biological psychology. More medication, and you'll jump right into the model of man designed by the propaganda of gender wars, the idea of roles, classism. I believe this is human reduction. Conformity never fostered progress. It dulled the thinkers into believing they're insane. I am not insane. I was something before my birth, and I chase it in the present to bring it to the future. After that, the cycle repeats. I don't know who oversees. I don't care about things decided in heaven or nirvana. My body is dissolving, and I am delighted because you are too. We are all dissolving while carrying out the calling. Let's break through together.