"and all of our yesterdays have lighted fools a way to a dusty death..."
Should be sleeping. Tired of coughing. So I think about having another clove...Truth is...well relative. Was pondering the difference between honest and truthful, and that most of my friends are one or the other, but very seldom both, except at certain moments. No indictment there, I'm very much the same. "Truth is a philosophic fiction..." Much is relative, and if you can't relate, you don't and won't understand. Not a failing per se, just a simple fact. Course you factor in our individual vocabularies and there is the root of most failures of communication amongst us. No standard dictionary and words aquired from various sources absorbed and utilized since time immemorial have conspired to render actual communication into babel. Factor in twisted meanings and your individual doublespeak and it might as well be another language. Course it is the way we wish it. Helps you figure who's blood and whos not. Heh and it's done without thinking. So the million dollar question is why? Course that is also the most dangerous question of all and the one you are always most and least prepared for. Guess the actual question would be do you know your why? Can you explain it in a way that seems rational? Did you even ask? Because is an answer, but no satisfaction to be gained from that one save on the green at dawn. I have my reasons, my rationale, my...whatever word you want to use for the bullshit, because really that's all it is. Words designed to obfusticate meaning or said over and over as some pavlovian response to the stimuli that stopped so long ago no one could tell you what it was. Wonder whats outside the lab and if they even bother to record anymore. Given the random chaos, I quite suspect they do, at least for the tv show, but is there a greater meaning? Nyquil is not it, but it does make for some rambles.