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You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.

You are the artist creating your life. You are a work in progress.
Your search is also your goal.
Your identity will be revealed through your quest of that goal.
Your work is always to find your work.
Your belief in yourself becomes your life.
Act on what you believe is right and the rest will take care of itself.
Find something to give to the world and only settle for things that
make sense to you.