I had an epiphany today. I realized that I have become the very thing I detest: a shallow selfish human. I don't add 'being' because I consider beings to be enlightened and cosmically in tuned. All my existence has been spent nurturing my misery. I was alienated and in a twisted way "happy" to be an outsider. I was conscious.

Now without my misery I am made vulnerable, worst yet a clone. Only my cynicism and sarcasm can arm me with the ammo I need to do battle from within the confides of this Arkham.