arrest this man. he talks in maths. all these posts, all the anxiety. all these feelings of lostness. all these ideas i've built up and all those questions i've answered. i think i answered them, but yet the others still keep asking. i've told them the answers, but they keep asking. who is wrong? them or me? i've given all i can, it's not enough. they've given me cause to hate them, despite all they have done is ask. these answers are evident. why must they be so ignorant? i have seen the beyond, and i know all the answers. they have been shown to me. how dare they come to question me, as if it is an interrogation! this is what you get, when you mess with me. for a minute there, i lost myself. i realize that i don't own knowledge or wisdom. i realize that i am ignorant, and only in search of the same. i have done nothing wrong in my search, and as such, the police can pass me by. for a minute there, i lost myself. but in time, i came back to the basics. i came to realize that i know nothing. and that he who claims more than that does so from pride and pride alone.