I am a fool, a big mess of things i think i know and understand, and am so full of my own beliefs and biases, my mind is brimming with info to tell you how to live and be, but I am a sword not a scalpal, I injure, I cause hurt, too bold and too certain, I must be light, I must soften, and never forget that the fool is me, not those i wish to correct, because I have corrected myself, but am still full of my own unique form of idiocy I can easily see in other, but miss in myself. I too have been found wanting; my power, perhaps, I see willingness to see that folly and hold it up to the light.