Often the right way is blocked by the wrong person.

Guide me, O' Lost Few, and show me the way. The guides who show me the way think they're closest to their goal, but they are the farthest from the finish line. Why, O' Why, do I continue on this road where the journey is untraveled, the road unknown, and the people don't know me here. The weight of the world in my palms, and the agony of the disdainful in my heart.


WHAT USE IS A BLIND GUIDE TO A DEAF MAN?