I'm sorry. I'm sorry that in my purity of love that I became obsessively curious and in doing so created sadness. I remember now, though. So everything is going to be better. I am aware that I'm only speaking to myself, even if, right now, myself doesn't know it is myself. That is to say, I know that every aspect that can read this is the same thing I am. I also understand that everything is a lot, though, apparently, love is real, and in it, honour.

So, may the apprehension of accepting responsibility for love be overshadowed by your want of righteousness.

All inspiration to you, my loves.

in absolute predestinedness