I was once small-minded and blinded by pride, consuming the thoughts of strangers and finding refuge in illusions. I lacked selflessness and skill, wilting before desire instead of embracing change, which I had never known as a neighbor. Without counsel, my wisdom lay beyond the horizon in a place I had not found, as I was a brick-less foundation of only stone. Fear was my companion, leading me into a defensive state as Ishmael, spawned from inadequacies derived from disobedience.

1. The Faceless Past
I once was small-minded,blindedbythe limitations ofpride, and consumed
by the voiceless thoughts of strangers.With deception,I wielded a tool
disguised as The Art of Finesse, which enabled me to find refuge in the
shadows of illusions.See, selflessness was a skill that had not yet been
obtained.Iwilted in the face of desire, fore change was not a neighborI’d
ever had, norembraced. I was without counsel,and due to my lack, wisdom
lye amidst the horizon in a place I had not yet found.I was a brick-less
foundation,identifiable as onlystone, fear aided me as my companion,and
led me into a defensivestate.I was Ishmael,a spawn conceived out of
inadequacies,derivingfrom the steps of disobedience.