People endure, explain ourselves through pain - strong structures mean that we can thus construct a niche just for one mind. You walked in rain to prove you would, when I myself was tucked in a bed of warmth with softness over me and cocoa by my side. For I am cursed by my own failings - mediocrity is me, while you are always well immersed in all you are. But I have no deeper mind, no crises or delight, while you amaze me with your long conflict toward such finds. All this I do admire, but my mind says: As to such as you belongs the modern world Profundity eludes me, but is my goal.