As I Sit, Contemplating

Perhaps a level of introduction is necessary. Perhaps yes, although I am inclined to think that we are selfish enough to ask for the sake of wanting.

I might not be very impressive to the population that bordered the distinction between intellect and articulate but now it needs to be decided what impression I would have wanted you to gather from my dowdy appearance. Perhaps she is creative. Perhaps she has acknowledged the wisdom of the ages and perhaps she will still conquer the suspended disbelief she finds herself in at the sight of kindness. Perhaps yes, although it is more likely that all I will accomplish is selective to that selfishness I could never shake. What right shall I then claim to victimise the very people who created the need to know something other than what I obediently relayed in such well rehearsed procedure. These people, your people, my people, the people of the immediate world and those who might have suggested we concern ourselves less with the object of affection to realise a subject of resolution. That which will uphold the rights of humans, not their affiliations, that which will sustain a testimony of humility and grace, the foreword to wisdom, that wisdom she cannot possess unless of course it ceases to be confined to the walls of her head.

I beg you pay me no pardon when the wiles of a meticulous specie may infiltrate the unknown heart of a lion. There is no cause when we have forgotten what seperates it from intent. Perhaps I will be mistaken.