It has been four long, hard, days without the eloquent musings of fair and beautiful osaka syndrome, it is in these long drawn out hours that ones mind wanders to the inevitable. what has befell our mysterious reclusive subject?
Could it be, that he is ashamed of his past? May it not be true, for his openness of thought are rare among the people today. To be ashamed of ones own true inner self, and to repress it and bury and pretend its not real, would be the a great burden on the mind and soul. It would weigh heavy in every thought and action, and cause one to doubt and hesitate at every turn. A man so burdened does not move freely through the world, he negotiates with it, testing each step before he takes it, watching for the places where the ground might give way and reveal what lies beneath.
Could it be, that he is ashamed of his past? May it not be true, for his openness of thought are rare among the people today. To be ashamed of ones own true inner self, and to repress it and bury and pretend its not real, would be the a great burden on the mind and soul. It would weigh heavy in every thought and action, and cause one to doubt and hesitate at every turn. A man so burdened does not move freely through the world, he negotiates with it, testing each step before he takes it, watching for the places where the ground might give way and reveal what lies beneath.