+1

"God made man in his own image, and man returned the compliment." -- Pascal

1,2,3

Problem: I'm on a perpetual quest to vindicate myself, to correct fictitious perceptions (nothing ever big enough, nothing ever fightworthy) as they haggle by the hundreds.

Solution: an extra dose of not-give-a-damn. Turn the trade away from self, toward the needful others.

Moral: to be misunderstood is to be human, and the false flutter by the millions, grasping for that impossible light, trading depth for the coolness of a comprehending crowd.

Concisely: let chaos be.