Standing outside of myself, looking at what man has done.
Standing outside myself and looking back upon myself, as if I were looking in a mirror.
Looking back upon what man has created, while I was dead.
Looking back at myself with sorrow and the pain, reflecting on who I could have been.
Had Man not created me, apart form myself.
I did not come here to write a book, make a deal, sell a house, manage a construction project or set a noble example for my grand daughter.
I did not come here to be nice.
I came here to avenge the death of my only child.
I will avenge his death, even if I have to sacrifice my own life in the process.