I summon my unnatural humility
To come each night and grapple metaphorically
Against my grain, my better impulse. All my words,
Are written plainly on my heart. Alas, 'tis not a world
For saying what we mean. We slide between...
Our threads of meaning ravel rightly, tell, disperse.
We go back to our heads, alone. Thus, we atone.
Confessions, calculations, plausible deniability,
All human needs. To feel one's self the same, as brothers,
In our common shame. What's in a name?
We are anonymous, again.
Until you are revealed, you are not free. We are the same!

Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for
one would kill the other. Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a
man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou
hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes;?what eye but such
an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of
quarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been
beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled
with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened
thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall
out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with
another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

We win. We win. We win.