What if I told you, you were on the outside looking in? Out of this world, not inside, partaking in it? And you would ask, why, what does it matter? Which is the better place to be? If I am on the outside, looking in, will I not want everything I do not now have? If I was on the inside, would it not be the same? Is it instinct, some homing device, or the accepted soul and mind working overtime to survive, and quench the hunger, and derive some sort of satisfaction or even pleasure of all that is available, only not from where I currently stand? Would I try to ease into it, or just go crazy? How would I know it was good or bad for me? Would it matter, if it was pleasurable?
Does it only matter if there is an observer, a judge of sorts, or devil, that scores points one way or the other? For it does not appear to have meaning without the eyes of judgment or admiration, recognition or acceptance, guilt or innocence.
