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I sit quietly upon my stool not knowing where to look, nor what thoughts to ponder. I systematically travel the vast array of thoughts and perceptions of ambition, which have formed over time. Perceptions which once fuelled an intensity of a hope, easily surpassing all sense. The pedigree of hope that firmly endows its beholder with untarnished moments of brilliance. “ When your hero falls from grace, all fairy tales are uncovered, myths exposed and pain magnified. The greatest pain discovered, is the pain he shares.” [details]