I sit at my desk and try to write my own destiny. I think to myself, "Is this right," and then scribble a few more letters onto my diary believing myself the 'profound writer'. Unaware of what is around and there are zillions of writing our own destinies with the same coloured and companied pen. Everything seems quiver and I suddenly feel penned into to the whirlpool of fate.
Well then, now that I sound completely solemn and downbeaten as a philospher whose got wisely quotations to be quoted, so that the mere mortals can bow to my 'so thoughtful' intelligence and writing ability. Let me continue to philosophise.
:)
I stand on the brink of the shore and pretend I'm ready to take a flight. The gravels of the sand tickle my feet and I'm transcended to the land of nowhere, where only I exist. The Id.
Id began when human form was created. Id identified himself with the humans and began to reside in their space, the flesh of human carried the Id and continues to do so. He has distributed himself in many forms existing within those different structures, named the humans. Though the foolish human believes to posses the Id but little does he know. if only knowledge was that easy to capture within one lifetime and grasp whatever he had. What he misunderstands Id is Ego. Well our dear mister Ego definitely emerges from our incongruent ignorant mister human, though our Id mostly resides quietly deep in the land of human where nobody can really reach him except requested and that too happens rarely...and that is when our mister human emerges as the intelligent species...of human being :)
ok now my time to retreat and get to my work..