And so descend the shadows of unmerciful confusion. What becomes of the ego when both the id and the super-ego are dead? What was once defined by tension between two opposing forces now finds itself alone on the battlefield. Forever on the outside of something, intelligent to the furthest reaches but ignorant of the nearest. Unsatisfied...drawing lines around the self in order to spend forever trying to cross them. Confident in everything but confidence. Seeing the beauty that no one else sees, why should they? Everyone sees the world through their own broken mirror--glass shard compound eyes scattering the truth before it can reach their optic centers. Confidence... clinging to the scattered patterns associated with identity, unflinching but breathing, wavering. Confidence...confi-dance? Yes, it is, isn't it? All a dance...all a game...should be easier to laugh. There is an end to the sustenance of loneliness. It is in sight. No it's not. Right here, right now, everything that is necessary wavers in the sun-soaked asphalt radiation. What do they tell you? If you need it, no one will give it to you, but if you don't, they call you cold and selfish. Either the space is filled or it's not, there's no half and half...either you need or you don't. I? Ha! What a laugh...what a concept! ME! What does "I"