I howl, but does anyone anyone hear me? A ronin wolf in a vast woods, but I'm not seeking a master. I'm seeking to master myself. I like the sound of my voice. Most days. Yet, I'm still trying to find it. Just the right pitch and timbre.
I prowl around, looking for a kindred spirit, but have not yet found one. Stop looking, and be content with myself. Sing for myself. A song of myself, isn't that what Walt said? There are no others like me. Accept, and move on. There are many things to see. But to be content within oneself. That is the secret. My thoughts, emotions, ideas.
Seneca said, "Wherever you go, there you are." Here I am.