to_bring_about_my_happiness peyton "Precious are they, those who would lay forth their happiness upon the altars of sacrifice.. that which lain forth willingly, and freely, with all knowledge granted to men of the consequences.. the greatness gift bestowed upon the race of men.. they lay forth this to cradle and cement in histories the future happiness of those they will never know.. and the shroud of immortality is lain upon them in sorrow.. and with remembrance.." - Strife Some are born with the knowledge they will find a happiness in the life out there. Most know that the tumults of the world are harsh, but in the end they will find a balance with that, and accept a certain contentment until they meet their dooms and fates, wherever they may lie. I am blessed and cursed with the knowledge that such happiness I will not find. I know that, with the contradictions in me, and around me, that such peace and balance will not be my friends.. so as I ponder the directions of the course of my world and the world of others, I realize that the only manner of which I could find my happiness is to lay down my life in the pursuit of something greater than myself. All my breath I would gladly lay forth, if I was assured that in some small measure the peoples of the world would know at least the name of he who had done this, and in some small part of the collective mind, a small mark of notice was gathered. Such peace I cannot concoct, the knowledge that with my doom brought about betterness for all those who draw breath.. that some ray of sunshine was granted to children of the future due to my going into darkness. I would gladly embrace the dark. I would find comfort in my torments, with the peace of those elsewhere. Suppose, in the course of the future, that perhaps I will find my last stand.. Perhaps one day a song with my name shall be sung.. And I should as well, be fearless. 020610 what's it to you? who go blather from