Yet, what gives me such pride?  How can a thing proven to be a wretched fool, how can a thing proven to be a nothing, exist within a light of glory and honor and power?  Because it is my own, and it is no one’s except my own.  My own foolishness created me, my own wisdom upheld me.  And I am still living.  Not even God upholds me.  People view me and think, “Look at him, he is so beautiful and strong.”  Although, even that thought is the seal of the destruction of my spirit within.  I will be cast down to the dust and trampled at any praise what-so-ever.

All this, from the one who says.  Take everything to make me free.  I will lose all things if even to find one thing.  The one who cannot live free, will never be free.  Speech is le result of thought in amount great.  Woman is the accentuation of beauty, emphasizing both goodness and perfection.  When the first day is perfect, the last day both shall be and wills to be good.  Love is eternal, and agape is the love having no sexual condition.

If I had written that truth, for my own sake.  I will have ended it perfectly, right there.  Although, I am a writer for the good of the ones whom I love… not merely for our perfection.  Patience is the virtue gaining for we the vantage view-point.  That, is another of my from-the-one-whom-says.  I suppose, in the case I am providing… I say.  When all things are said and done, choose the reason that all things have been; not merely every reason.  For why have I known my own faults, because all people know my faults quite well.  Although, for why have I known my own desires?  Because I provide the things which I desire for all.  Goodness and perfection.  Chastity and virginity.  Feminity as power, not merely a strength.

The one who hates all that I am is quite powerful, although is no power.  Through the truth which is my wisdom, the one who hates me is not even a strength.  The greatest harm its hate can do against me is to speak its own truth.  Although, its truth is a lie.  The thing which it calls knowledge is proven to be foolishness through my understanding which is perfect; the understanding which embodies patience, not merely the moment I stood before the one whom hates me.  As a woman, I am comforted in this.  Because, I have one promise.  There will be people who hate me, therefore I am free for the on whom loves.