I have broken myself down into my most basic parts. That which makes me up, that which tears me down. Solid and headstrong, for only I, know what's right. Prone to such weakness and indulgence even so, For I want more than to survive. To one end of nature, or the other end of nurture, And back again. The middle ground is a filament invisible, A tenuous thread that holds me together. That I can neither see, nor feel, n...