We all begin within our selves and somehow along the way we become lost within the mess of living. Some of us never find our way back home, but wander amidst the tangle of experiences and knowledge, which they try to call self. I pity them because I find myself peer. It is here that life is formed. In the twitching and flopping of existence that we experience life in its darkest and liveliest. Or so it seems. As we…