"the depth of depthed thought"  men are wretched things, we are.  we ask for a label and/or title in order to be acknowledged in some sense.  "men are haunted by the vastness of eternity so we ask ourselves will our names echo across eternity.  will people speak of us long after we are gone.  will they know how bravely we fought or how fiercely we loved" (scene 5, movie troy)  there is a circle in everything.  retribute spawns sorrow and so the circle begins.  sorrow begets solitude.  solitude begets lonliness.  loneliness begets hate.  hate begets fear.  fear begets anger.  anger begets retribution.  and so yang will proclaim itself by itself.  so being told this loneliness is such a feeling that would spawn that circle listed above.  how does one talk... with no one to talk... nor no one to listen.  yet one has not bragged nor boasted.  one prong less of a fork placed within an outlet.  the depth of this is self explanatory so if it is not understood, who is the fool, the fool or the fool who follows it.  so let this be your kingdom and may this be your staff with only the snakes and scorpions to serve as subjects.  if indeed you are alone, then farewell my one time brother but no who gave you the crown and staff and who deemed your subjects.  amen?