In a world of mismatched circumstance
There’s a certain amount of satisfaction in being surrounded by chaos.
There seems to be a common fear among people that their world is made up by themselves, and that their entire reality and everyone around them are really self produced illusions. There’s a good reason for this, as with many people it’s at least partially true.
When one is surrounded by things that don’t necessarily add up, things that seem like random and unconnected events, there’s a certain amount of satisfaction that comes in feeling that one is in touch with reality.
Only those who purposely overlook a lot of facts live lives that make a lot of sense.
There seems to be a common fear among people that their world is made up by themselves, and that their entire reality and everyone around them are really self produced illusions. There’s a good reason for this, as with many people it’s at least partially true.
When one is surrounded by things that don’t necessarily add up, things that seem like random and unconnected events, there’s a certain amount of satisfaction that comes in feeling that one is in touch with reality.
Only those who purposely overlook a lot of facts live lives that make a lot of sense.