The other side of that cohesive exterior is an effete soul. A person who wants to be disciplined and not the disciplinary. A person who’s shoulders need to be eased of burdens and their face grasped for eye to eye contact, showing the lead. We are not meant to have one side, yet we can show only one, that side that marches through our days in control of every step, every decision, a perfect one that wins the crowds. Yet behind the door of our castle, we submit to another’s control, a new master, unlike our own, evens out our days and nights, to make each perfect, to make each something tolerated on the worse of days and anticipated on the best of days. That is control, that is self control and only you can dominate the mediocre Only you can possess the exceptional, the great, Inner self. So lick the lips of life, grab it by the hair, stimulating your deepest root, shedding light on your youthful soul.