The new meaning to the word 'human'.
Command over ones own sanity may perhaps be considered as an effortless work
but it not at all is. My sanity habitually questions me posing for its factual personality leaving me tight-lipped. I have naught to say, I never had and I never will have. In any case I don't see such a moment coming up at all in any of the remote eras where I am able to make out who I actually am.
One thing that I keep on asking myself is that what on earth makes a man so divided from his own individual self that he loses his self-image? What veils his personality form his eyes? What changes him from being a mortal soul with psyche into a mortal soul with psyche but no spirit? He assumes that he is earning himself a salient living however in reality he is the lone creating misery for himself and many others who are fairly parallel to him. He calls this the method of life but somewhere profound in his notions he recognizes that it is nothing but his appalling malfunction over his materialism.