disastrophe

here we go again, another useless phrase which only shows us our inadequacies. rolling through thoughts, one by one by one, until gradually we find what it is our dear narrator is trying to say. my brothers, let us not act out these childish desires; rather, let's ascend into the highest regions of our internal architecture. act how we should, speak how we should, know these truths as we should. throwing off the mantle of adolescence, evolving into the near perfect creatures that we truly are. we are so close, the sweet scent of life itself is practically tickling our noses. but alas, there is still a ways to go, and many will not stay the course. to these weak individuals we say, "almost, friend." and carefully watch their downfall, for it very possibly could be our own. learn from their mistakes, and better ourselves. never scoff at their demise. empathize for their position, and show them our lovingkindness, just as our narrator showed us his.