So, what I observed is that the trajectory of my glider wasn't preset. The terminal, at the end, was fully congested with the social shadows, rather social relations, defined as self-centered in my book. I, being detested by these inward-looking fellows, in succession, put the kibosh on. No expectancy or conjecture. *** The Trajectory Was Never Preset So, what I observed, as the years went by, My glider had no fixed destination in the sky. No chart was drawn, no course was guaranteed, Just uncertain winds and a will to proceed. The terminal stood crowded, the passage unclear, With social shadows gathered far and n...
