I, 1.6
Are you going to ever accomplish what you came here to do? What act did you come here to do?
Is there but one reason to be born?
Could you possibly have been sent here to perform a duty that was tattooed on your eyelids just out of sight?
Are you willing to perform whatever you know is right in the moment, and to be satisfied with yourself for performing well at all times?
When you stay too long in a truth you have never questioned, it brings you along only so far, and its edges begin to fray.
What happens when you notice the seams coming apart?
