And yet here we are in such a cycle of disappointment and micro episodes of hope and happiness. There is no profit of emotions here. Whether you want me or not, I am a perspective, a view that you cannot destroy. Where I exist, so shall you. There are plenty of me, just like there are plenty of you. Do I want you to leave? No. I was just like you once, but I took off the blindfold, so that I could gaze at truth. I can see, can you?