So I have traversed these lands, with little to my nature, I have seen much of the unnatural. I see those who question the questions of those others. As well as, them who would declare themselves seperate from another sortation of a seperate them. The them seperated are so much unseperable in their distinguished similarities. I think they simply are a different them with a standard of their own. They are a sort of an unsortly sort.

I fear that I too am unsorted. I am of a sort, yet know not nof what sort that is. I could just sort of sit here and hope for the sort I seek to sort out my affairs for me, but that would attract a unpleasent sort all together I imagine. I sort the sorts myself in order to define the sort for which I am best sorted, but then I would become a different sort all together. I imagine my only real hope is to befriend various sorts until my sort shows me a the sort I am.