Monday, August 20, 2012

We're nothing but a few intellectual fools. We think we know everything about the world around us when we conclude we cannot know anything about it. We are masters of communication but we seldom speak. We are satirical about love when we have never loved. We treat people like objects and conclude that we are suppose to feel worthless, because that is the human condition.

I wanted to love you. I did. I wanted to talk to you and I wanted to listen. Yet, somewhere along the way our brain swept us up and we thought too much about it all. Then we abandoned our minds into that all-encompassing sea of irrationality that we worship as the god of truth instead of looking at our own reflections. We will never have all the answers and I will never run out of questions. Yet, sometimes perhaps, I ask too many. Can you forgive an inquisitive fool?

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