So... Apparently stoned me is a philosopher or something. He managed to write poetry about life, logic, and my insecurities. Don't expect to understand it. Here it is: [spoiler] I don't therefore I can't. I understand that I don't understand. There's only light at one end of the tunnel. The cage is contained within itself. I see everything, and notice nothing. I will fail because I cannot stop it. I am both selfish and selfless, yet nowhere in between. The weight is too much, I'm paralyzed. I can't be satisfied. Reasonable is unreasonable for me. What's the right answer? How can everything be so unpredictable? What is the difference between man and monster? Knowledge is my greatest gift, and my downfall.[/spoiler]