I Am That, That I Am.

I am that fleshy, sinful outer shell of human rubbish, filled with hidden animalistic qualities that operate under the blood-pumping instruction of a fragile, intricate inner-web of veins, arteries, muscles, fatty tissue, heart, throat, kidneys, liver, bones and brain that I am able to make a series of choices throughout the span of my life to dictate the condition and possible outcome of my destiny, which unless fate is truly written in stone by the mightily divine fingers of God, and by doing so has predetermined that of which I am and also that of which I possess the unique potential to be.