I came up and entered as a fellow. I was taught and pondered and enlivened. I went about to please, yet something within said why please? And I thought it a good question. Why indeed? So I went about, why this, why that?

A voice said much later, please who? And I thought it a good question, and in my heart, I knew.

Well, many a year passed and my whys and whos challenged my status as fellow. I found as did Stormfield, my thoughts were returned as nonsensical, and likewise were those received of others.

But wait. Where have you gone? Why have you gone? Why so far? Why have you left me alone? Why am I abandoned? Where are my others?

Wherefore Why and Who? Of what hath it brought me? Of what hath it profited me? What have I lost and what has been taken? With whom shall it be pleasant? With whom shall I be understood?

With none is the answer, and at times I can accept, and take an offense and forgive. Yet not all, for as sincerity is gained the knife pierces deeper, my soul laid bare, to fall upon the ground with head and shoulders down.

You who asked Who, I accept the question, but Oh! What hath it wrought? What could I have otherwise bought? I who have no status and am no fellow, plead for an association with Thee.