When you go through your whole life and are referred to as stupid and ugly it propels your essence into a tailspin of EPIC proportions, similar to a Beowulf perilous tale. There are humans that have been placed on this earth to do NOTHING but decimate. Philosophies of prosperity occur when resolution speaks and decides to allow a spirit to simply be -- relinquish the torture which shackles in attempt to preserve a prisoner in their dark and dismal oubliette. Vulnerable cores require protection until they are able to maintain with their own strength. So cliché to state that inspiration surrounds us through the pitch moments of life, prior to illumination. Pain is relative however; can be forcibly moved to the left of a path to perpetuate a clearing that within it with hold the key. The key to not only humanity but also comprehension of why? The biggest W of all!