How well i hide.

In the history of Japan, a ninja was someone specially trained in a variety of unorthodox arts of war. The methods used by ninja included assassination, espionage, and a variety of martial arts.

In the Japanese culture, they were usually trained for dangerous missions.[citation needed]Their exact origins are still unknown. Their roles may have included sabotage, espionage, scouting and assassination missions as a way to destabilize and cause social chaos in enemy territory or against an opposing ruler,



Since the stark completely unforeseen realisation, well two realisations, firstly my grasp of the English language is worse than I thought, give me a break. I will try anyway. I have not evolved or moved ahead with the times, like a shadow I live and move within the system unknown to anyone yet acknowledged by most. Information is shared by anyone for anyone. I was shocked to realise I was influenced by old dated statements such as; information is power and the like. A spiralling abyss of internal control with years of thinking laid to the page. Privacy everywhere everyone invited into your house. The stranger to admire, communication as easily available between likeminded people as a thought in your own head. . No doubt the human race will now move faster then ever before in all directions. A full and evolving counter balance. A complete moving mirror of thought and expression of feelings. Two lives running in perfect horrifically terrifying harmony. I have been afflicted by that strange fucked up condition I will call, The need to satisfy basic drives as natural as eating and drinking, yet painful and cruel, . Always going against your own gut instinct, transforming every man and women into that evil crazed monster spiting fire and shiting nails, making the hulk look like mother Teresa. Thoughts no longer belonged alone in the heads of individual thinkers. With subtlety likening a paperclip being inserted into the darkness of my left eye twice. Information within personal thoughts has always seemed worthy, guarding my meanings like a family of arctic wolves with the first meal of the spring. A more balanced view regarding the age of information exchange maybe even an enjoyment of it...