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why do some search for every detail, no matter how painful. they search for every needle and eery hammer blow. what makes you want to know exactly how? does the how explain the why? something is broken, that hurts, isn't that enough? i don't need to know, i don't want to know. i don't need more pain, to be able to visualize, to know. when you know, you are only left with the pain. curosity isn't painful, it doesn't kill, but pain is pure and inescapable. You can writhe in agony, scream, shout and rage, but in curoisty you just sit and wonder. you hunger. the pursuit of knowledge is of itself pure and noble. to find it is ultimaly unfilling.
that's why i can never ask why.
that's why i can never ask why.