As for life,
its a homogeneous bunch of chewed periods, to say the least. When the time is being handed to me I let it slip through my fingers, its a game of deciet. Time and me, we treat one another with feathery wiles , we chat away the lies in a smoky shell of boredom. Boredom is skin deep and maybe even deeper.
I want the truth. Is the night an end to the day or is the day an end to the night. Am I more alive when asleep or is it the other way around. Only,when you think its clear to you, you manage to pull another contagious thought, It moves the balance of the earth.
Yes, you, can easily shatter the earth, easily change the playground with every move you initiate. You can raze and wreck for all I know. When you step out of the house for just 5 minutes you might encounter something that would change you, would change the balance of- well,you. Your unbalanced being would probably affect people around you and they would affect the people around them. This is such a horrible thing. You are never to be trusted to keep in control. To manipulate. Introducing things to others changes them, it simply does even if its just a new word, it just does. What if teaching is harming? What if sharing is deadly? What if one bit of information will ruin them and leave you to observe the shrivel?
What if , I was harmed and destroyed and bashed? Maybe educating me brought an end to my being, the more educated you get the less you actually know? Somebody, something, is forcing their way upon you. Who are they to affix the quality of knowledge or the content of knowledge anyways. What if we knew it better while being infants? What if we were at the best possible state of knowledge as babies and now modern knowledge is playing with our mind? We know what they want us to know, just enough to make fools out of us. Just because it was considered provoking to doubt the theory of the earth being square doesn't mean that our generation of modern being and knowledge doesn't hold the same inapt beliefs that are now taught to every child. Look how square we are, look. Look how we swallow without complaint how we never stop to doubt. Maybe because there is nothing to doubt for it is all solid and true. Maybe we just are righteously educated. Or maybe, we are over powered by a strict manipulating way of life, a box, that holds us tight in the pattern: we go to school, we graduate, we go to college or to the army, we major in something and we get a job and we get married and have babies and then, we die. With the same bitter taste of knowledge, of life.
I wish I knew, but then again, maybe I don't.
Mat
