I’m not sure what caused my perspective to have been altered in a manner that I thought my mindset unchanged and yet have performed actions which reflect otherwise. The heartless, uncompassionate, and cold forcing of my will onto another now seems as though it were an impatient attempt at participating in conversation. However, such contribution to a conversation was much more like the involvement of a vomitus dog. Moreover, this dog smelled what used to be nourishing at one point, but was mostly decayed by stomach acid, and continued on to think that there still might be something of worth in such puke. No, all that was once good in thought and even intent turned vile during its own projection into existence. Abhorrently, speech was used contrary to its own purpose for existing. Instead of sharing in communion of thought with someone else I simply forced idle signification to breaths shaped by the lips of my mouth. May my tongue learn to wield prudently the voice of justice in humble consideration of all others.