I will hang my head, Hang my head low...
So, here it is, around five o'clock in the morning.
another day goes by without any notable change in any situation.
Not quite as angry or sad as I have been, just kind of don't feel anything at all.
There is hope, for a future state of happiness.
A light at the end of the tunnel.
I think I'm more than halfway there, but it's hard to tell when blackness is all around.
Before it rained this morning, the clouds obscured the light in such a way that it seemed like dusk at eleven in the morning.
Felt like the world was going to end.
Sometimes I wonder if it has, and no one has noticed.
Every day that goes by, I seem to learn more and more how far off my vision of the world is. How the world should be.
Like a man that marries a woman, and finds out that she is a crane, I find myself discovering that the world is a very different place.
People are not necessarily inherently good.
People are not necessarily inherently evil.
Essentialism is an impossible way to look at the world.
Even the darkest night still has some sort of light.
Even the brightest day has shadows.
Gray is all around.
Acceptance is difficult but necessary.
I just hope that there is a purpose beyond all the pain. A reason behind all the madness.
Entropy as purpose just doesn't sit well.
Existentialism is a cold, bitter dish to digest.
What is the purpose behind light?
What is the purpose behind good?
Let there be Enlightenment. And he saw that it was dangerous.
Perhaps it wasn't so much the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
Perhaps it was the tree of knowledge, and all the good and evil things that come with that territory.
"Go to sleep now, little ugly, Go to sleep now, little fool.
Forty winking, in the belfry. You'll not feel the drowning."
another day goes by without any notable change in any situation.
Not quite as angry or sad as I have been, just kind of don't feel anything at all.
There is hope, for a future state of happiness.
A light at the end of the tunnel.
I think I'm more than halfway there, but it's hard to tell when blackness is all around.
Before it rained this morning, the clouds obscured the light in such a way that it seemed like dusk at eleven in the morning.
Felt like the world was going to end.
Sometimes I wonder if it has, and no one has noticed.
Every day that goes by, I seem to learn more and more how far off my vision of the world is. How the world should be.
Like a man that marries a woman, and finds out that she is a crane, I find myself discovering that the world is a very different place.
People are not necessarily inherently good.
People are not necessarily inherently evil.
Essentialism is an impossible way to look at the world.
Even the darkest night still has some sort of light.
Even the brightest day has shadows.
Gray is all around.
Acceptance is difficult but necessary.
I just hope that there is a purpose beyond all the pain. A reason behind all the madness.
Entropy as purpose just doesn't sit well.
Existentialism is a cold, bitter dish to digest.
What is the purpose behind light?
What is the purpose behind good?
Let there be Enlightenment. And he saw that it was dangerous.
Perhaps it wasn't so much the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
Perhaps it was the tree of knowledge, and all the good and evil things that come with that territory.
"Go to sleep now, little ugly, Go to sleep now, little fool.
Forty winking, in the belfry. You'll not feel the drowning."