No, this wasn’t written with an ounce of anger in it. I just put my observations, our ancestral references, my teachings and thoughts on my place in this world — to what you said. We are everything. But we are nothing. This doesn’t make any sense. On this plane you are something. On the other you are nothing? On this plane you are nothing. On the other you are something? Writing is open to interpretation, just like art. When it’s done in a way that blankets everything, you have to think — HOW? From my point of view this is false. But this is my opinion.