Every person is a psychological dysfunction of this
universal being. Whether the person is a functioning component of society is
all that matters to the world. It doesn't want to cure
because it doesn't know the cure. It's all about alarm
clocks, peak efficiency, and credit scores. The fact that personal existence is
absurd is not a product sold at stores or sermonized on Sundays.
And the further fact that love is proof the personal is not
sustainable is usually kept within the family unit if it's kept at all.
Possessions are another thing.
Self-inquiry seems to be an esoteric practice even though it
would appear to be the question being asked by every two-year-old. Why is just
another way of asking who am I.
To answer I am that which is aware of this absurdity of
personal existence may not be most appropriate to tell a two-year-old, or
sixty-two-year-old for that matter, but loving wisely is.
Yet on another theme, the leaves are turning yellow on
the butternuts.
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