Dead Resurrection

Sometimes I wish I was ignorant, so I could have friends.

I value ðe truþ more ðan I value min life, but it leaves me wið broken ends, in ðe hairs on my head.

I get depressed wið min loneliness as deeply as ðe prospect of living in an increasingly stupid society depresses me, and I sometimes wish min seolf dead.

But ðen I remember what I have chosen to live for, ðe pursuit of learning, and min heart is resurrected by min yearning.