A man is not an island but he can be stronghold, its walls made of bricks of pain mortared with faith. These walls protect virtue, long forgotten by those who would throw words without care, without knowing their true meaning. Now you see the temple which grows far beyond the walls, and though its gleaming steeple within the city walls blinds you it is the light of truth and justice that causes your eyes accustomed to the dark to weep. It is in this manner that we the children of your uncaring deity have come to reject him and to know the true names of our gods. We do not ask for favor, we seek adversity for the difference between man and beast is that when a beast is wounded it simply bleeds, a man will learn from his wounds passing into the days of tomorrow knowing the flavor of the forbidden fruit yet not craving it. It is through these lessons that i purge wanton desire, awakening to the true path which is beset on all sides with the inequity of the weak. If there is to be strength then this strength must come from the hand of our heart seated not in the throne of necessity but in the wooden stool of morality, and though it strain our back we must learn to carry the weight of our own. I call out to you now and ask is it upon your own strength that you carry yourself or is it the crutch of the other that you rely upon falsely calling your treachery compassion, falsely promising love when you were unwilling to make the sacrifice for anyone, putting your wretched ambitions above all others? I submit to you that you are false, that you are unable to name the errors of your soul and are therefore loss to chronic dissatisfaction oscillating between dreams, fully enamored with your own pretentious desires that will never reach pure fruition because you will always lack the true faith of the downtrodden. Because you know in your heart of hearts that you sleep with a shadow, that you speak with reflection , that you walk hand in hand with failure, that you are lost having done nothing more but adopted another's facade in hope of disguising the truth from yourself. I will not weep for you now for your path of self deception is self chosen, and that is how you have learned to avert the simple truth that you have no idea who you really are. It is with these bitting words that i leave you now for good and hope that sensibility like a venom might come to finally coarse through your fragile veins.