Be sure to ask for you what you want of gods, also understand in worship, you may just get what you want, but not how you want it. Ask for something good, sweet, kind and squeeze your eyes tight hoping that when you open them, a stranger shall appear. These child’s eyes has seen and sought so much gold, but only to realize that there is such a thing as rust and rotten in this world. William Wordsworth has written that “the child is the father of the man”, for which the child was first and has birthed the man’s concept of the world. Shaped those concepts into rights and wrongs and who to slaughter first? When still all the rights may be wrongs for another that is posed with the same dilemma.

The author decided to make a twist to the tale, that is infinite but reckless still, even with understanding. We choose our battles and are left with scars and win wars and lose some. What does it matter to the universe? What does it matter which fork we choose to eat with or which path to tangle our feet? Is it all for naught or is it for freedom we choose to live, or love or live without love? So many disputes about everything, no answers linger but belief is strong and demanding and will overcome. You cannot stop true love in its tracks instantly or demand it to come naturally either. One choice is already outweighed by the other.