I've simply grown accustom to creative isolationism, which has not only allowed me to grow in my understandings of aesthetics, it has also allowed me to rapidly stray away from conformity and discover myself as an artist and a dreamer. It seems that the plus side to my solidarity easily quarrels with the downsides of my anxiety and humanistic longings; things such as love, companionship, and leadership. This is something that I cannot bear, for my longings cannot be rewarded if my mind state has dwindled in its understanding of the senses: the perception of senses, the grandiosity of the senses, the simplicity of the senses. Does God intend f