People say that you are not confused when you are forty. I used to think that not being confused meant being able to distinguish right from wrong, but how was the difference between right and wrong when I was twenty-seven years old different from what I know now? Only then did I realize that right and wrong are not external, but internal. Since they are internal, they should no longer be called right and wrong. When I was twenty-seven years old, I cast a curse and imprisoned a child with my own hands. I don't think it's wrong to do this, but I've been confused about it for half my life.
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