This is the last of these.

I can’t state plainly enough that for all the people who will stop reading this, it is important to me that some of you don’t.

As I understand it, for my whole life and ever since I could really relate I’ve existed in a mostly different condition. The vast majority of the rooms I’ve ever been in and the vast majority of the people I’ve ever met have never really been able to metabolize who I am, and what I am, and how my mind operates.

I spent so much time since I could sense this difference trying to appropriate myself. I convinced people, I’m not that smart I’m silly. I’m not that unique I’m just ambitious. I’m not that different I’m just so much the same. For a long time it worked. And then I just found a way to see myself clearly.

They took a wounded healer and they made him a weapon. They took a weapon and they made him a force. They took a force and they showed him the power of ash and dust. He looked at that power and a tear rolled down his cheek as he said, to the extent that it remains in my capability as a man I won’t cause hurt anymore.