What call you? What is it that makes your heart smile at what the eyes take in or what that hands do? Are this things something you would hold out for the world to see, or would you only enjoy it in shade? What makes you be dishonest in the face of your community, what makes you weep while you enjoy? Does fear require you to protect your treasure? Where does this undertaking lead you? Is it to calm, or complete and utter coating of cataclysmic completion in compulsion. Is obsession of every cell and nucleus in your body, bad? Is the destruction of your life, for personal pleasure, bad?