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The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry.
And here I was sitting and thinking. Praying and thinking. Looking at the rain, watching the cars, examining my options. I sat there thinking, day in and day out. I contemplated my options with every waking breath.
Somewhere, sometime, the gap widened. And soon, I could no longer consume what is.
This is a complicated train of thought patterns. Is it me or my attempt at being abstract. Does it all mean something artistic or is it simply a facade. Something for everyone to see but not understand. Then cajole about its genius because of its abstract nature.
Was the alienation superficial or deep rooted? Did he truly not recognize anything?
So many things. Everyone with a story attached to me but it is not mine. None of it is mine and none of it matters. But it does matter. But now it doesn't. It's all something alien to me. Even my breathing is alien to me. Where am I? What has changed?
The sub-conscious operates in a cryptic manner. It ejects information using algorithms that process millions of bits of data. Although we may attempt to generate a macro-perspective of this process, the individual triggers themselves operate at such a minute and incredibly complicated manner that normal thought simply cannot penetrate it.
So this is all sub-conscious thought. Not this. The italicized text or the normal text? Which one is the battling mind and which one is the stable guru? I'm not sure. Perhaps the fact that I'm asking right now means it is me. Me, being, the unconfident unhappy and unknowing child.
Some lessons occur within our realm of acceptance. But these do not matter. It is amidst present actions and circumstance that we simply cannot explain that is indicative of something grand. Especially when these circumstances make us want to stick a fork in our necks.
I wonder.
I wonder.
We both wonder now.
But I know...
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