I understand your shock concerning my ways. Considering me as a zealot, I cannot concur. My motives are not for you. That is, I haven’t the need to change you. My motive is for me. I must relieve my compulsion and expel my voltage. You are the necessary result of that.

My human part becomes engulfed with doubt, which is why I suggested that maybe I am a zealot. I still live here, in this world, with you, you who stare and judge and hate and fear. How can I not doubt? And so I hide, I hide in this virtual cave, behind these letters, preaching in seclusion avoiding the throwing stones.

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