I am the opponent of which I was brought onto.
And yet I am it's faithful companion.

It is righteous that way. It all is and becomes, righteous, as we proceed.

Perhaps we will be less worthy of praise depending on the amount of truth we put in to the reflection.

Still who is the one who decide who's worhty or not?
And whom give praise the power to raise us or sink us?
Who ever claimes that praise could move us?

See I know, as well as we all do - within:
that no matter the amount of truth we put in to our reflection, it is not the amount that counts; for it is simply the action.

The action of putting in truth - that we do it. That we use our free will. That we empower our own movement, and nobody elses.

Beyond time and amount and worth: there will always come a moment when you will be held infront of your own reflection, captured there, just to see who you are.

Recognize that yourself is all that you are. You are it.

For everything you are leaks over onto another.
Everything you take will immidiatley be given away.
Every word you speak, you've already known before it sprunged from your tounge.
And every word another chooses to listen to is already heard before it reaches their ears.

It is all a matter of the free choice we are given. Whether we choose to use it or not.

And if we do so, there is never, never, a going back.
So from that point on, there will neither be anything untruthful about who you are or whom you wish to be; no matter the amount of truth.