Creation

This is the story of a man.
This is the story of a man who had no way, more specifically no plan;
Lost in existence, he had no Method nor mode to follow.
A neverending road, a path he was forced to swallow.

This is the story of a man forced to discover his way, or else suffer;
suffer the consequences of obeying the norm;
societal rules based on equality and persecution.
Difference is fear and fear is destruction!

Thus the answer,the answer was simple- Equality.
NO singular anomalies or characteristics to separate the crop.
NO outspoken jurisdiction or objection.
NO freedom. 
NO life.

But to this man, well, he had already been stripped of his freedom and opinion.
He had already lost his sense of right and wrong,
lost his ability to think or act upon his own.
But somewhere in this incoherant abscense, the raping of individuality had gone too far.

This is the man, the man for whom this story follows.
The man who had lost everything about himself, brought to a point of misery and exhaustion.
But wait, a light. Salvation! Oh sweet, sweet Salvation!
This man had glimpsed what had been thought impossible,
The proverbial egg of reincarnation.

This man was a blank slate.
This man was a crisp piece of paper ready to proudly portray,
whatever excremental waste came to eye or ear.
This is the man who was stripped of everything to be born again among social decay.
This man was now able to adapt, to form, to create, to learn, to listen, to seek...
Satisfaction, For he had won.

This man could think.
This man could act.
This man could speak.
This man was born!

Light shed from the womb and the man was born! And with the birth,
a small sense of realization and effort formed his first thoughts, his first ideas.
This man was alive, alive comfortably in his father's arms,
cradled and cherished for the very first time.