I cannot be shamed

Unless I have unintentionally snubbed a family member or friend, there is nothing that can be said or depicted of me in anyway that makes me feel shame. In the case of the very former, it is an arbitrary compassion via extension of my will. I may keep many things to my private mind, but I wish nothing that may be revealed to be hidden from stranger and familiar alike. I am not afraid of my own thoughts.I have a temper of fire. My demeanor is often unpleasant...however, it is never to be taken as a sign of my mood. I choose to be compassionate toward your will so long as you are not trying to cross mine. I may act like a clown a lot. Those who look down their noses at that have failed miserably to understand the power in the folly of existence. Go ahead, fire at me. I will fire back at my discretion. Am I better than you? No, I'm worse, much worse. I am the rotten garbage with tattered skin. I do not fear what others may inflict on me. I have escaped death since the time I was in the womb. I have been cut, bruised, bloodied, beaten, shot at, survived falls and accidents. I am cautious, but unafraid. Look at my face when you speak to me, look in my eyes. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how...I will only answer "what".If I may quote a passage by Peter Carroll:Chaos--the word must be spoken, though only the untruth of it shall be known.The blasphemy of it shall be our liberation.Change is the only constant phenomenon.Oh, let me worship the randomness of things, for all that I have ever loved has come forth from it and will be taken away by it. Chance!Hail also unto apparent order, for it increaseth the possibilities of chaos.There can be no absolute truth in a universe of relativities.All things are arbitrary, some things have relative truth for a time. Life being accidental, we are free to give it any point we like.I do not find it necessary to account for my actions even unto myself.I require no justification.That I do it is sufficient in itself.Life is its own answer, my spirituality is the way I live it.I will believe whatever brings me joy, power, and ecstasy.Understanding cannot understand itself.Perception cannot perceive itself.Will cannot un-will itself.The Secret of the Universe IS the Secret of the Universe, known to me in the silences and the storms.I think that sums up the current thought in my head for the moment. Good night.