All my life I have walked through society as if it were a cloud, occasionally finding someone who I want to get wet with because they don't constrain me to their rules and regulations. I can accept all points of view because I think some people need to tinsist on their point of view to get along in life. They believe if they yell loud enough they win. I don't care about winning. I care about humanity and the truths I discover along the way.
So when I went down the road and met someone that turned away but left a beacon, I thought cool, fine. I went on my way and ran into a complex piece of machinery, like a robot of sorts. At the top, the brain said "I don't like it, the beacon says this is right, so I'll take it and bury it". Not wanting to be buried before I lived my life, I stepped hundred steps back and said how do I avoid this. But the machine's parts kept dropping before my face and offering a hand, which I will always shake, even if it carries the dagger to my back. I never choose this machine, it is a permanent road block to me. Once someone has carried a knife to my back, they are unacceptable.
If you can't accept the part with the dagger,how can you accept the machine? I simply have to go around even if it takes me the rest of my life.
So my path needs to go within, taking my beacon along, pushing aside the restrictions that I was taught to believe.
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