I try not to feed my ego, by placing pity on others, but who has heard of a starved ego?
Instead my conscience thoughtfully invests such a feeling on those without passion who let others think for them.
Terrified of unconventionality, as if embracing the natural state is wrong doing, when in truth fighting the process and celebrating distortion is the soul’s gravest threat.
Are they afraid of devoting themselves to the point of hurt?