No man is an island. But every person is an individual trying to survive in the intervals of social structures. These people might not be recognized by the society. I have my dark side, lives in the darkness of sorrows and grief of being a widow. There is a distinct sense in me. It is mysterious, intoxicated, alluring, arrogant or even shy. I see two types of people in my perception in this world of games. The insiders, who do not mind about identities and sexuality, share the common concern about the essence of life. They acknowledge the limitations of human beings and the flawed reality, but they thrive in their lives confronting the reality. They can appreciate the beauty in humiliation. In other words, they do not judge easily and live with Zen. They live a humble life because they detest blatant expressions. For them, the world is filled with complexities and ambiguities. But for the other type of people, they live to create perfections with their limited power. Partying is the most important for them. They might have learnt the truth of life and live respectfully with mere pondering. They might have lived the dreams of the insiders. I put down the above fragmented paragraph standing in the flow of people. I have been thinking if my comments could have posed influences on my readers. But that is how I behave normally. Most people are addicted to the advancement of civilization. I doubt this obsession and resent it with disgust. Human being will never escape its form despite the progress of civilization. échiquier