A Weighty Cause
I alter my thoughts so they come out in a different way, but it's not different for the sake of different perspective. It's different for the sake of fame. So others will see the difference; how different my writings and thoughts and ideas are.
They don't need to be. They only need to be true in some sense.
What am I trying to be, the next Plato? What the hell am I thinking? What the hell is the universe telling us?
I'd say that heart is the only thing that matters; that and passion, but it's not true. So much more goes into a post, an article, a book, a memoir, a living person, a dying person. There's much more than just this or that one thing. So much more.
I feel the noose tighten around my neck, I'm tired, but by tomorrow I should be fine. The noose will let me go. All I need is some sleep.