Familiar Sublimity
While it is true that we attract what we are, social contract dictates that we human gather for common interest. Be it food, sanctuary, comfort, working or even ideology. By the time this letter's written, this letter of admiration will somehow address such mystery hidden within the gulp of illiberal bonds that is social life. No amount of justice will do the condemnation of loners and individualists (yes, plural) regarding the curse of being active socially. We are disappointed, disgusted, even put to an exhibit of humiliation and despair by mentally ill people, gathering in a cult that is social group (gang, brotherhood, association, union, you name it). We survive, we don't. We faked things in front of them, just to maintain distance before we get hurt. Somehow we choose these alternatives to prevent our demise, before we succumb into despair, loneliness, even oblivion (at times, the latter is not the most suitable way but proven to be possible). I do not see myself as som