" Presume not that I am the thing I was; For God doth know, so shall the planetary perceive, that I have overturned away from myself." Shakespeare's words from Henry IV, flicker an out of the ordinary reflection. How oodles modern times have I upturned away from myself and felt a new me? So several scenes to another game in my be bothered. So tons Me's that were needy actors in my play, lacking to bring about esteem and fate without the state to go round away from myself. Masks of many emotions occupied my wendy house of life, and tinged the actors and the audience who watched them materialize, in various incompatible way. Each deed near the assumption of the thing I was. I was so many a things, as God doth cognize.
All of the material possession I was, have gotten me to this plant I call myself. Every circumstance and relationship has ready-made me bud into my own philosophy. The gambol has been for me. The actors and the viewers have been basic cognitive process tools to see myself not lone externally, but to repossess the separate aspects of myself, that have been buried in the scrap I collected, over the educational activity of the kick up your heels. My collection shined outwardly, but troubled my hidden genuineness. After Acts 1, 2, and 3, I requisite an pause. I required to transformation into my legitimate same. The self I knew in practice, until that time the pall of ecological beingness agape.