longing to escape...

I want to be beautiful, but my mind...!

My mind and my ego, should they be the same? They couldn't be more disparate, and this is a cry for help. The masses, the sheep, where do their minds lead them? They are not led by their minds, their own ambitions or dreams; they are led by the shepherds.

And the good shepherds... where do their minds lead them? Are they not, like I am, but a slave to the all-powerful coersion of the mind's directive? The will stands such little chance.

I want to be everything, for you, but in the final analysis I am nothing, and whatever I might have wished is of little consequence.