I am a consistent soul to a fault, so much so that one of the greatest ongoing complaints about my character and being is that this felid never varies or wavers. It is often questioned of me how I might live such a life, one so consistent and unchanging, but I believe the answers for that to be obvious; I am as I am, as I have been and will be. There is something divine to this and seeing that I am irrevocably tied to at that, as I cannot vary even if I so wished to. This world is forever full of change now, a great flood of turmoil and uncertainty, the kind that has filled up every low place and left only the highest points, the greatest peaks, standing timeless now as islands. However, man sails life as his vessel, seeking harbor wherever he can find it; would it not be reasonable then to be that thing unchanged by the eons? Surely he would drown without it, yet here he is, swift to curse it. He cannot live with it and he cannot live without it, only infuriated that unlike everything else, he cannot govern it.