What happens to the person who follows the herd? Alone, this person becomes inured — and in stagnation, she gives up to her present to imagination. She dreams up the rest as if “they” existed, apart from those by whom she was rejected. She is truly different, she never had time for that stuff, but gets so used to deflecting she thinks that’s the way to diamonds in the rough. So the people who point her to what people call God, she refuses to grow with, just opens her maw. The reality is she pushes and kicks them away, and now she sits alone in a classroom all day. Hey, here she is, she’s her own enemy. In the end not distinguished, in no way distinct except by her own stink. Dream up your success, dream up your defeat, there’s nothing you can dream up that you can eat.