Contemplation of a Silent Kind

Your foe's friend is your foe.

Your foe's foe is your friend.

Your friend's friend is your friend.

Your friend's foe is your foe.

I am not certain whether this I am entitled to write. It would be rather dull to insinuate that I am not disturbed by even the smallest gaze which may be directed from them, upon me. It is, indeed, delicate to exercise my rights, as a writer, and therefore to oblige each reading eye with the masked intentions I now am indulgent with and choose to express.
As a humble reader of others, I have been intrigued by certain creations and phrases of brilliant minds. Stubborn though they were on their literary path, success was on their side. The victory of a long gone hour appeases me, as I read and read, and wonder: why would a mind of such exquisite temper and capacity be, in turn, intrigued by monstruous conducts?
Yet today I was given the answer. As I strove to comprehend the limits of my liberty, a constantly fading thought surprised me with its bitterness and lack of objectivity. I shall not give away the answer, but rather attend to an example.

Upon the very pavement that you shall be walking, the aim in question being your obtaining an upcoming advantageous bargain, for this is what you are looking forward to, unconsciously you shall pass by everything that your ignorant pair of innocent eyes fail to notice. It is not the remarkable sky that escapes your sight, nor the open-hearted people you shall leave behind in your walk. No, it is the air that you will be breathing, upon your arrival, that will cost you more than you are able to pay.
The air, that is, for that air is a mass of brilliancy. You may never know whom you are sharing it with; whom you are avoiding each and every day, with perfect simplicity of arguments. No, for you shall only be in need of recreation and every so often, new garments.
That air belongs to the eminent composer. To the misunderstood empress. To the fallen kings. To the unparalleled philosophers.
And you? A toy in a spoiled child's hands.
You cannot reach your own reason, in spite of any effort you may be as kind as to make. For you are lost.
You, with your companion, as you both are not worthy of any of this (and perhaps your friend has come to this conclusion), you, spoiled minds, choose to spoil in turn the miraculousness of the fortress you feign to love. You are not entitled to.
Oh, I know very well, too well, even, that the world is home for everybody. Alas, I am but too selfish and spoiled myself, to take into account this truth!
Therefore, I state my opinion: you have no right to have what you have.
For an artifact is for a preserving environment. Entertainment one can find only between those limits that I was so eager to discover.
You are delighted upon seeing a fashionable dress; and after reconsidering, I find that your hopeless mind should indeed refrain from attempting any further. Do not tell me, pray, that yours are profound ideas! I know you too well to underestimate you. You are what you are.
But the society, with its wicked pace, has turned the fortress into a matter of choice.
You may live herein as you wish, you have everything at your disposal; do not walk on the grass is our only request.
Whoever counts the location among their wishes is most welcome; there are numerous ways of providing entertainment, as you were stating, time and again!, while the first drafts of the excursion were being drawn. Yes, a most endearing soul can find distraction among the kingdom. One matter that is prohibited is one's disrespect for the elders.
Elders? How come elders are to be respected?
Elders... yes, the ancient buildings and renowned squares; on your fancy device which you most oddly call 'phone' you can find them, and not only that it is most indicated that you visit them, but you also have to provide photographic evidence of the events. Oh, I am most greedy in my explanations, but is there a chance for me to breathe?
Home is where the heart is - my favorite six words. I am excessively fond of my heart, for it is torn in seven; my heart is to be found in several places, among which is the fortress I have previously mentioned.
Therefore, I cannot let you destruct my heart - it is not among your rights.
And most importantly, I would hate to see you content with your accomplishments, for, dear foe, you have none.