I am a teacher of myself; and no one am

I believe that I am myself, that I manipulate, that I enunciate, than I muse about a ceaseless train of thoughts, and that no one can understand about me wholly. It's like me at one side of a sound-proof glass hollering to someone, who would simply shrugged their shoulders and look askance.

So the world doesn't have teachers. There are no spiritual guides, no professors, no writers, and whatnot other than yourself. You are the person you create. No one else.

Teachers only point to the direction, says a dictum. But it isn't true. They don't point to the biased direction - the direction that they perceived suitable. They cannot understand our needs. Sometimes our feelings are profound and cannot be articulated out loud. So, indeed, we are the teachers of ourselves.

Do you agree?

I believe that I am myself, that I manipulate, that I enunciate, than I muse about a ceaseless train of thoughts,
and that no one can understand about me wholly.

It's like me at one side of a sound-proof glass hollering to someone, who would simply shrugged their shoulders
and look askance.

So the world doesn't have teachers.

There are no spiritual guides, no professors, no writers,
and whatnot other than yourself. You are the person you create. No one else.

Teachers only point to the direction, says a dictum.

But it isn't true. They don't point to the biased direction - the direction that they perceived suitable.
They cannot understand our needs.

Sometimes our feelings are profound and cannot be articulated out loud. So, indeed, we are the teachers of ourselves.

Do you agree?