Questions, doubts? Good. Enter.

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Remembered.  Some... time back... I cannot remember how long ago and did not bother to search.  Another use of a song recently used in part.  Used for a different purpose the first time?  Maybe.  It was indicated that, while I might not be built or made to move mountains, this I could do... meaning to handle a woman.


Then, recently, I used an aspect of it again.  To indicate a form of mastery, of things to come, and things that must be done.  A sort of examination of a potential portion of my nature.

Questions.  Doubts.  Yes.  Sometimes I sense it as a wave.  Sometimes it is just a tickle.  Sometimes I become defensive.  Sometimes angry.  Sometimes, as in this case, I laugh... well, deeply.  For the answer lies within another song from... some other long ago post.

Oh, I... do know.  Love, war, quite the same in very particular manners.  Myself?  Her?  Ah... dawning.  Now go.  Come back when you have better questions.  Your doubts are your own.  For myself, I prepare for wars I will never fight and cannot lose.  Not quite as any of that seems or sounds.  What, actually, often is?  Above pay-grades of those present.  Not actually a slight, that last, for myself at least.  Merely an acknowledgment.