I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

The Way I See It, There Is No Greater Spiritual Beauty Than Fanaticism, Of A Sort So Sincere It Can Only End In Martyrdom.

I Will Only Ever Be Drawn To People Who Suffer From That Special And Fertile Anguish Called Self-doubt, Or The Thirst For The Ideal, And Desire For The Soul's Mystical Fire. Self-satisfaction Because Of Some Material Accomplishment Will Never Be For Me. The Truly Great Are Those Who Quest For Better Spiritual Selves.

But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Nonexistent Horizon, And His Empire Is An Intangible One, For His Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.