The turbulent tumults is a bittersweet agony that brings sorrow overwhelmed by joy. And if joy be a virtue then I’m the most virtuous man in this land abounding therein. And if yearning be a vice then I’m the most vicious man as well. A love overflown by stars springs up like a newly tapped well in a land long parched. All this jubilation is what drives me after having been caught up in much acacia. Happening upon these outlaws, these renegades and rogues has been very beneficial to me as it has been to them.