The choices that we make define us.
Yes, its true. Or at least its want they want us to believe.
Things we did in the past define our future.
Yes, its true. Or at least its what they want us to believe.

Forget about the past.
Forget about the choices.
Forget defining anything.
Forget about them.

They are walking on nothing.
Endless seas of *******.
Steady surfaces that do not challenge, do not change.
Straight, narrow, steady, constant.

We, on the other hand, interrupt every step with ideas.
Directions are not our enemies.
The journey is our best friend.
Experience rides shotgun.

Don't ask them why.
They won't know what to answer.
North, South, East, West.
I see an assembly line. Nothing more, nothing less.

Empty minds that despise intruders.
We understand them because we're nothing like them.
They cant comprehend our ingenuity.
Will, thoughts, knowledge, opinions.