The Intrepid are insipid... Hardly

We are our worst critics.
Forget the others, those who know you best… those who know you least.
We are forever questioning what we are by peering inside ourselves.
We try to see what everyone else sees.

Behind all the matter, pulsing heart; expanding lungs, bone and marrow…somewhere far below lies the answer.
No matter how far we delve/deep we go, we never get past the matter.

So we focus on another being. We take what we do know and transfer it to some other. We try to love it and see it from an outside perspective. We build our interests around finding what we like. Then, we spend the rest of that lifetime learning to make sense of it all.