The two different worlds residing in the same body. Both contradicting each other. Such is the nature of the internal conflict within. Es dolor. muy, muy. It fashions, shapes the mind, the preoccupation with meaningless struggle. It moulds a person into maturity regardless of whether the time suits the self. He is forced into a world he chose yet he did not. For the mind is right at that moment in time. Maturity? Shit. This is constant, ongoing, ever there. He doesn't care too much about the moralistic world for he is in a deeper moralistic struggle than the world can ever imagine. Mind yourself before minding others. Do justice to yourself, in order to be capable of justice towards others. State of the moment? Perhaps. No lo se.
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