Walking almost unseen along the inside of Life
and yet my core remains unchanged.

The same purposes, strengths, reactions and weaknesses; everything burned hard and the embers still live. A hopeless growth for my part where everything except more of the same make was already inserted into me.

We human knowers rarely reach down to the surface of the earth where the fools gape. We make our status reports from, as a rule, violated positions when we have been sorted out from society and the pretended status is threatened for life, or perhaps already killed without us having taken any notice of the matter. We are looking for a repair, a patching of the leaking fatigue from the insights; to be able to question the complacency of our superiority in relation to the cries of the so deeply sleeping masses.

We have had no chance of being accepted and everything turned into waste and powerless dissatisfaction and hatred. Society's controlled agencies hinder, breaking us down, which causes destructive interpretations among The Superficial. We the living want to be innovative and unforgettable, impeccable and respected, but rarely have time to fulfill the demands we place on the humanity within ourselves. We are The Honourable and faithful; the overly self-sacrificing idealists fighting the parasites; the so unreadable and unpalatable psychos.

A short second of focus is all it takes for me to recover.

Have long carefully and restfully inserted
the perspective from Reality itself:

Value is beauty.