Rippling thoughts on the mind create manipulation all throughout the body. We are what we believe in; none could agree more. White lilies all around the body of the newborn child. The weird, the unusual, and the mad are the only ones authentic enough to create their own realities for the mediocre only lives inside the vision of an old mad man. Thoughts have been polluted with hatred and narcissism combined with camaraderie that destroy the pathway to another way of life. Life of unacceptance but filled with compassion in death. Pity me not for recognition is not what inspires me. The cultivation of our attitudes towards others is what I want.