To thine oneself be true at least that's what I used to think now I wonder if it isn't something more insidious like a curse, a joke of all the different people we are inside, who are we to be true to? Empathy incorporated beg for a ride in the next man's mind when you need it empathy incorporated taking the edge off a cruel un-rendered world Who am I now? who was I before? and when I leave this stage who will I be?