Who are we and who can we become? What is the limit of potential? What is the boundary of change?

Will I always be longing?

Will I only observe the path to flourishing?

Will I see and not act?

Will I remain hidden?

Will I know my place?

Can my self be reconciled?

Am I ever the same?

Am I ever different than what I would have been from the start?

Can sorrow be filled? Does it pulse like the waves on a shore – engulfing than retracting?

Or is that joy?

What will become of others, and will our molecular influence shape the world beyond us?

Is conviction of meaning the other side of an egotistical coin?

Is the other, other side: conviction of self?