A thrown sword in battle

Lucky this blog is more or less anonymous. I've been thinking that if people who know me personally read this blog, maybe they will be concerned.
Oh well.
That serves you right, ain't it so?
To my readers (if you exist), just don't be too hasty with your stereotypes. You are wrong to put anyone in a box. I am iridescent. Nothing is absolute: change is the only constant.
So please don't interpret me based on what I write.
Interpret yourself instead, based on what you think or feel about what I write.
That is the purpose of all art: to see yourself through the looking glass of others and keep that understanding in your heart and use it as you see fit. It is like a soldier taking a sword from a fought battleground as arsenal to be used in his own impending battle. For what the sword is originally used for is irrelevant. The coming battle is all there is to it. Take it, and win your battle.