I remember, in my not so quiet home, the hustle and bustle of a daily morning routine. The tobacco smoke wafting through the air. Father was a loud man. Quick tempered, hated books and other unnecessary things. He was… many things… simple things, but many things. Standing here, at the very edge of human history, peering along the vast and wild frontier of fate, I curse as he did. I struggle as he did. I yell as he did. At times, I laugh as he did. He is gone, yet what remains in me from days past is in essence him. I do not hate books and other unnecessary things. I do not truly hate rabbits. Yet, I choose to live among his radiant, human beauty. I cherish these indelible stains on my soul. I cast out my harsh, reflecting judgement, and push forward whole-heartedly. In this strange world, it is upon that which I rely and cling to. It is my raison d’être.