The disorder of the self Every day revived in the dens and pains of the periphery has pushed this man to go around in circles. A mad boredom and dreams of aristocracy silently sought against him in a time of falsehood and the bored imagination tried to make sense of what is not there. A series of meaningless words thrown around to imagine ideals of a better place beyond the confines of suburban sidewalks and imaginary fences built around gardens to keep threatening things out. People banded together to dream twice as hard and achieve twice as much as they had ever hoped for before. A growing madness that nauseates the air with boundless anxiety and growing anticipation of the unknown. Just a few steps away from the halfway point of turning and giving up, walked with hope as if there would ever be an end. Finding meaning in the path of pain, bringing a distorted voice of satisfaction in accepting the infinite dangers too great to accept. The desperation that breeds an autonomy of hope when fallen so far is the highs that are lows and the lows that are highs. Moral satisfaction brought in the god i.e. common misunderstanding and brotherhood sought to complete the circle of confusion. Loving those who are dreamers and renouncers as the common self helps to renounce the fact that there is no end, so why not quit, rather than stop hoping to be happy and crush the inner self sought for self-preservation? This dream was brought mysteriously and the thoughts lay on a field so easy to play that there are no rules. Repression breeds violence as repression of violence does, and the cycle continues. The average middle child is thrown into a frenzy of confusion and difficulty expressing his voice clearly to repent of the shame his parents have brought upon themselves. A springboard of desires, an undergarment of confusion, a tornado of torment and masochistic desires omitted only to withdraw some of the pain that buries every daily life. The need to be human, or human as only a human would be called, and understand the transversal thinking of thinking forward in time and time is a thought. The sudden realization that it is real, or not real, and there was no realisation, so there was confusion and yet not confusion, just a thought, yet a thought of the imagined madness of what a thought is. Pure rejection of all that is misunderstood to understand, and be sane in ignoring and accepting what everyone cannot accept.