Forward

In that I move. It's always very nice to. I don't quite seem to always know where, but to make up one's mind is to have a contentment. If I've made my mind to walk through hell, and walk until that hell becomes a heaven...it will happen. The worst of all this, however, is that once I've walked through hell and gotten to heaven....that I've got naught much more to do. In this I'm lost.

What are you going to do now?

It seems regular to walk up stairs in order to study on the 8th floor of the library, but on the way down having accomplished that which you set out..or perhaps not...

on that travel down that mountain having accomplished or having failed...making a decision as to what to do is imminently eminent.
FUCK!.!.l./.i,T