I was told, yesterday, that my ability to take criticism is second to none. Let me begin by saying that I don't think this is true. But then I am reminded that this is one persons opinion. Thoughts arose this morning (it's 8:38 am) and I found myself wondering how anyone could possibly perceive in me the aforementioned. I suppose, before I begin, that presently I recognize a somewhat indistinguishable feeling which bids me to agree, so let the following be taken carefully. At the end of the game, the King and the Pawn are placed in the same box. We are all travelers carrying heavy loads bound for the same destination. To judge me and mine is in many ways, to judge the universe and the motive power which drives it. What I mean to say is, the standards of reality, morality, necessity, and belief by which you judge and criticize me must also be recognized by me. The standards by which I am judged are not my own and in many ways belong to an objective (yet unessential) entity which ambles around various customs and institutions of society. Because I know that, that this is a game wherein we are both the King and the Pawn (and Queen, Bishop, Knight and Rook), I know that the only thing which truly dictates the relationship between critic and criticized is context. A context which is governed by a universe whose choices we cannot possibly fathom nor hope to take credit for.