For the things I seek, I'm aware of no guidance or teachers except merciless curiosity. What keeps me seeking is a chosen belief in the thought that ignorance is akin to lifelessness.

Whenever I try to talk to anyone about what I'm seeking, it seems no one understands. However, it also seems people always understand why I seek. I'm glad of that.

Metaphysics is my dreaded passion, because I fear the answers... That doesn't mean I'll let that fear overcome me...

"I think therefor I exist" is what got me started.