The last thing i ever wanted to do was put myself on a pedestal. I have seen with my eyes and felt with my heart, the pessimism of humanity. And when i say pessimism of humanity, i mean the eccentric happiness in which people feed there habit of self destruction. What I am talking about is the 'nothing problem' , the existential knowledge of death. Glamor in it's grandeur is petty at best, the nude is sometimes clothed. Naked we see as voyeurs. We lose ourselves, become bugs and infect poison as a result of ego. Conversation is no longer toward an objective but a prescribed masturbatory allegiance to the 'the nothing'. However we indulge to further ourselves in fantasy. Some friends are illusions because they see advantage in friendship rather then nurture. Fortunately, They kill themselves through the secure insecurities that are unconsciously mirrored and thus reflected as a state of being. I would become your counterpart if i could believe in counterparts. But, i am selfish and so are you. The difference is that most cannot admit that. And so, you become the most selfish. However if you admit that you are selfish then knowing that your selfish and admitting it forces nurture. And so, like mothers love unconditionally despite ungrateful acts of ego, people whom admit there selfishness can continue to nurture despite the lack of cognition from the individual whom is removed.