Mysterious ways and fate, and all that stuff I grew up with.
Hits some nerve underneath and buried, way back, very far back.
And stories of…
Honor.
Right and wrong.
Warfare and honor and prophecy.
Armor and weapons..
It’s a whole subculture.
Indoctrination.
Insular.
Firm foundation, twisted points and motivations..
Meh..it’s complicated.
Very.
(and when you are alone?)
I’m never really alone..
But when it’s quiet, I think about it sometimes.
You can’t undo the stew you were cooked in.
Meh.. heavy..
I was better at typing when I was listening to people talk.
(maybe)
Nah, definitely.
I was.
dawn 