An interesting conversation

 arose out of a more telling pace. Tonight, I reflect on it for the same reason it came up. What does the past mean to me, if all one ever thinks of regarding our memories, seems to fall under a different category. The same kind of logic, but not in the mind of someone who simply has no need, to feel the same thing you do. Part of me had to come up with an answer that could satisfy my own self-interest, the answer being we are born into a world without causes which define you. For myself as a person, I have never met anyone that I didn't want in my trust, no matter how poorly developed a sense of belonging in the world unto. Perhaps, we all disguise this fact in a way that we cannot make sense of on our own time, that instead we see it in everyone else's. The second part of the paradox (my answer) I came through with was a less secular approach, but far more intricate a knowledge. It is my best intent to govern my ability as human as possible, because I deserve to be that person of a human interest from which all good desires are fulfilled within my end as means. That is to say the end result can only be my solution to that end - but never merely as a means. That solution should stand the test of a vulnerable yet fragile peace of mind where my beginnings are. I revert back to my most humble self.

You are never merely a means acting as an entity due to reason, you are an end in itself. Which is to equate as Doctor to a patient relationship, you are not merely just a patient - you are a human entity. Think about it - are you simply "just a patient" willing to be told something for the purpose of being told an answer? If I am a source of my own kind, would I not be able to extract my own disease or potential deadly virus. What good is the end result if it were all just 'white-noise'; really - telling you nothing at all. The good life is lived but not in a secret shell where we blow soft little soapy bubbles floating around an endless supply in the air.