I have never been very fond of the presence of others, imposing, attempting to dominate, a constant war. I would very much prefer only the select few of my family ever gain access to my vision. And with this vast capacity for feeling, I have made my way in the world with a strong physical presence and an intellect to excel at skill. I have protected myself by the dominance of what the world values. I shall trick them into thinking I am like them, even skilled at being like them. And they will leave me alone, respect me. But I am none of these things, I am not a brute. I am finely tuned and must be guarded.
I have prayed for a savior to come and rescue me from the world. But no such savior arrived. So instead I have built and armor and wrapped my heart entirely. With the world I go to war, waging a battle to free myself from its snares. And I am reminded on this morning the purpose for these fights, to free the creativity and allow its life to come forth.
So I leave this soul now. I pick up the breast plate. I strap on the guards. I take uptake shield, and I grip the sword. I wage war with the world to make ready the path.