[To the True Friend of my Father's Father:]
[How much must humanity give up to truly honor independence?]
[If the origin of a seed is a rose flower seed, can it only grow into a rose?]
[Love, happiness, laughter, joy... When one's vision is limited to these beautiful things, is their mature and ultimate form thereby shaped by these established things?]
[Hatred, pain, torment, abuse... When one's growth environment and even origin is mud, where could he or she find their pure white roots?]
[The guidance of the elder to the younger, the inheritance from grandparents to grandchildren, the expectations of parents for children, and even further, the leader to the follower, the ruler to the civilian, the controller of rules to the submitter. The latter cannot escape the mold of the former, like one ring after another, creating a radioactive influence, encircling one small group and class after another.]
