Though it pains me, once more I must press reset on a nascent project in the making. Once more I must interrogate my own intentions and, finding them wanting, must not just press pause, but go full obliteration. My lower self calls me back to these schemes over and over, each time convincing me anew that there is good in them. No, but ultimately I must take myself to account and continue to do battle with my wayward self. Daily does this battle rage on.