There must be conflict in the air. That or I'm not longer taking bullshit. In actuality, I know exactly what is going on. I'm making room. I'm an integrator. I wield a sharp ax. I'm a bit insane. I follow logic, my heart and the direction of the universe.
I am a tool. I get used. (I don't always like it.) In the using I am often sharpened and hope I become a better tool. It's hard to get attached to anything with a life like that.
Recently though, I have gone through a baptism of fire. I passed the test. My armor is strong enough for my next task. For the Army I have joined. The ships are already metaphorically burned. I have nothing more to lose. Neither do questions of doing right or wrong go unanswered in my head. Only what the universe asks of me. And if it's to burn it all to hell - (and don't get freaked out mom, I'm still talking metaphors) - I'll do it. You'd better watch out when you start a firestorm with someone with "hbomb' as a nickname. I'm not known as someone who backs down.
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