Oh how the contemplations on predeterminism and predestiny feel so unanswerable and immutable. Many have wished to change for the better and failed to do so. And for those who do change is it just their fate, that some combination of nurture and nature allows them to change (and what of those who change for the worse, whether by choice or not)? Brump is never far from self-hate, yet seems to always remain the same. Though there is an optimism in the ability to change, Brump has yet to evince change. In the time it takes for a caterpillar to metamorphize into an elegant butterfly Brump has done nothing, except continue to float on and let out a forlorn sigh. – Zachary