My mind is a stigmata which I wholley occupy. This is a resentment beyond forced facts, law, and rules. I abide but I am coherent because in order to live we must be. When we die we are nothing but what we believe we will be, and when you believe nothing..there for you are nothing. I never asked for this but it's a mixed blessing this state i'm in constantly. No matter where I go it all looks the same.