Understood.

Understood my brothers and sisters,

            You are not me. I thought this on a brisk November evening where no one could possibly catch a glimpse of my vulnerability; even the deities of the lunar colossus felt the need to call Sun and Sky for an imminent manhunt. Capped within a large metallic deathtrap disguised and draped down along cushioned seats, eclectic tunes, and an orange confidante at my side I sipped on sporadically, thoughts that threw my chakra off a four story after receiving the Juice via Bishop,  had began to devour my mind and chew it to mush. Hence;

Understood my brothers and sisters,

            One can never truly understand another. What we do as humans in bend, torque, and distort ourselves to please others, all the while innately neglecting our true nature: but why not let the honest, and at times very necessary, beast loose uncut and raw. We all as people yearn for the need and desire of acceptance naturally. Acceptance measured by those around us we value the most based upon integrity and valor exuded by such individuals on prior occasion. 

Understood my brothers and sisters,

            Moreover, these are socials we have entrusted in and put Ęmotion into: Love, hate, reliability, and disappointment into so we value them on a yet higher scale, not blinding ourselves of nor faulting the obvious flaws in this viewpoint. Ęmotion, thinking with Ęmotion, I mean: no, we continue to keep it "pushing". This fact is the prelude and needs to be

Understood my brothers and sisters,

            Seconding on points made, my proposition is simple. Given: [we must all die; in the same breath we are all born and place on this aqua engulfed bolder:] alone. Not father, nor mother, sister, not brother, can pose threat to the imminent fact. Of course, they love you. They love you on a meter of Ęmotion that turns and twists logical minds into a roller coast times time, which evenly divides in the many missteps that could cause the downfall of a perfectly upright individual. All: Please understand though, this is for another discussion.

Understood my brothers and sisters?

Logically, we all have gained the knowledge in life that we are only aware of ourselves. Of course, cynics of my inflicted point will argue that some withhold the awareness of others thoughts, psyche, and emotions; yet if so, wouldn't one have seceded everyday, humdrummitty, using such gifts for self progression, advantage, and gotten us all out of the gluttonous situation we knee-deeply stand in? I will debate that greed is indeed human nature, but so is compassion. It's a "Me first, you later", mentality that exemplifies man, and the base government United States of America.

Understood my brothers and sisters,

            I began to unravel convoluted thoughts twirling throughout my dendrite. The question answered, easy as 4, 2, 1. We mask our self-advances to please those we love, whom emotion has taken over.  Even if those we love conflict with good will planned by our true nature, admirers and heals to the topic lack understanding that with the world in circles, a recession, and the first ever Black President, one can still have positive compassion. No, no, my people, we place over our profiles the Phantom of the Opera for one last performance, an encore and conform.

Understood my brothers and sisters,

No! You don't understand me, but at lease think about it.