I am at the point that my stories are like a Twig whose careful conditioning has caused the twig to straighten. I release them into service. Yea; I am proud. There is improvement and it has satisfied me. What again is it, am I thinking here? I am using thoughts– is this a bad trip? I am not broken; I am in Doubt. I have self doubt. And, it no-longer is about my father, or a girl that is close to me, it is about you. I am sharing. Did you realize something I could never know? And I am doubting. I doubt I could ever go the Harvard. It is a technicality. The people who go to Harvard have no need for practicality and different bits of knowledge just underneath the surface, they are people who work for success. I am astonished. Harvard students will ascend to the top of their field. And I am doubting, isn’t that great. Now you know something which I have told you, and in return I want you to make sure I never go to Harvard. You will wake those staff educators of this news because I have doubted there is a technicality which will bring controversy and shame to the various generations of Harvard Alumni. What is being asked of these few who go to Harvard is by no means of mine a concern but an issue of name. I am satisfied, I am equipped, I am in a stable context, and I hope I am not a burden for these scholars. I only doubt myself. I concede there are better ways. I ask only for forgiveness. Throughout history there have been people who are great, let me say that you are great. And it has not been always that easy to achieve greatness. Some instances have ended badly. There is treason, and crimes, and faults all are instances of how I have observed that History ends badly. I have no needs and even as I doubt myself; I forgive. It is just another chapter in time. I will rest now.
Thank you.
goodnight.
Hugh
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