Everything gets a share of me but nothing will ever get the whole of me. There's a time I devote for work, there's a time I devote for family, there's a time I devote for pleasure - but all of that is just a part of me. My existence as a whole is an exclusivity that I have reserved for myself. My journey so far and my journey ahead shall remain unknowable - a mystery at that. My aspirations, my dreams, my prayers, my deepest core - none of those are publishing material. They remain hidden, buried within my roots. What you see or hear is nothing but commotions created by the storm. The force that's running me remains largely unseen...