Credo:

I do not wish to get lost in the dark alleyways of my own mind, to become so callous & intellectual that I find myself without anything to live for except for the cold, biological reality. Somehow, I must both keep my head above the waves while swimming down to the ocean floor, where the sands will shift & show to me the treasures that I may call my own - but I am now fish, and so must come back up for air. If what I find is something I wish to keep, then I must truly treasure it - love is rare, for being everywhere. But then, if I ever were to feel that what I had found is not something that I need, then I shall let it go back into the teeming salt water. I must not forget them, for they too have their wants. I shall forever go, even if I do not move a mile - for if I don’t, then my legs will turn into pillars of salt and will blow away with the western wind.