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[praenomenepoch]

influence is static, this is an idea i must defeat. my muscles are liquid, my bones air, and weakness has saturated throughout. i am not the soldier that goes to war for his country, and i am not the man that stays behind to tend to my ailing matriarch, i am a third choice. i state that i will do both, and hide, do nothing. this is my reality, unsubstantiated existence. i am not of the disposable masses, nor am i of the greater ilk. i have found the parallel that falls between the two. standing on the shoulders of giants with no feet. crushed by footsteps en mass and yet gracefully ducking out of the way.

this is not isolation
this is an omnipresent state of observation