In Pursuit of Human Understanding
On Sunday night I was reading a man’s journal and on a page he had written in bold tangled cursive, “What have you learned?”
Below the question he had written “nothing” so many times that it filled the entire page.
It was the most honest thing I have ever read in my entire life and it applies directly to both of us in every way imaginable. I am the writer and you are the reader and it is my soul desire to edify you something and make some kind of meaningful connection, thereby validating both of our existences. I want to share something with you formally as a writer, intimately as a lover and socially as a friend. I have an infinite number of ways to share my experiences as any number of our perplexing and relatively meaningless titles. There is such hope and drive for more but in the end it seems that the best I, or any of us, can hope to offer is only a fleeting taste of our realities.
So what have we learned?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, markedly and eternally nothing.
Below the question he had written “nothing” so many times that it filled the entire page.
It was the most honest thing I have ever read in my entire life and it applies directly to both of us in every way imaginable. I am the writer and you are the reader and it is my soul desire to edify you something and make some kind of meaningful connection, thereby validating both of our existences. I want to share something with you formally as a writer, intimately as a lover and socially as a friend. I have an infinite number of ways to share my experiences as any number of our perplexing and relatively meaningless titles. There is such hope and drive for more but in the end it seems that the best I, or any of us, can hope to offer is only a fleeting taste of our realities.
So what have we learned?
Nothing, nothing, nothing, markedly and eternally nothing.