Imagine a person who has nothing to call his own. This person lives everyday of his life building a hunger that takes most people a few moments, and once this hunger has met its optimum level, he will act on his desire to live his own life and earn his way, as opposed to having it fed to him on a silver platter. This person dreads to continue living that way he does, while its a great life, his priorities are a little skewed from the norm and therefor seen as wrong. This person puts the law of God above all else and would defend his love into death, but this is not reciprocated. A lonely, lonely person he is. Living life alone, often talking to himself, with no one around to hear him, he finds himself isolated from all the activity that surrounds him. Who is this person? No one, simply. A small blip on the radar he is. A mere grain of sand in a desert, wanting to be something greater he is. He had the knowledge, the skill, and the will, but no motivation. He is a sail boat on a wind-less day.