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And so it happens.
The inexplicable inability of answering some of the questions I brutally assimilated in the deepest regions of my thought gets me so frustrated that I'm no longer willing to delve any deeper in them and, instead, throw them out of complete context. There is no more reality in the questions, as much as that in the answers for which I seek.
I don't know what to call it. Incompetence? Insecurity? Impatience? Gullibility? Fear? They all seem to fit the context - they are the or part of the entire answer. Or is the question itself just an anomaly? Yet more questions surface, and yet more clueless, hopeless frustration abound.
I can almost hear it, skipping away, braying with laughter.
The entire process is a fault; the entire persecution does no justice to logic. There is no goal, no objective, no final result desirable enough to motivate these actions, yet they are performed so systematically, so precisely...
Precise to the point that the design itself is a failure.
It makes no sense. Why can't I when they can? Did I leave something out? Is there a missing link that needs to be placed, a quota that needs to be fulfilled? Or am I the problem? Am I the one failing to see the real picture - the whole picture - of the situation?
Is it me?
I hear the sounds of laughter and of pain, I feel the emotions of joy and sorrow. I see the expressions, the emotions; the singing and the groans - I can nearly taste them too. All that emotions - the joy, the happiness, the pain, the hatred, the insecurity, the fear, the ignorance, the mistrust, the misunderstandings, the sorrow, grief, envy, greed, pride, glory, determinations and the lack thereof, the passion, the lackluster enthusiasm, motives, energies, beliefs, virtues... then I look at them, closely, one by one, surveying them as if each were experiments, nothing more than instruments - I look at them closely, and it makes no difference as to what each one refers to.
Yet, when I see them as a whole, why do I see the world?
[[ArsH]] at 8:07 PM
The inexplicable inability of answering some of the questions I brutally assimilated in the deepest regions of my thought gets me so frustrated that I'm no longer willing to delve any deeper in them and, instead, throw them out of complete context. There is no more reality in the questions, as much as that in the answers for which I seek.
I don't know what to call it. Incompetence? Insecurity? Impatience? Gullibility? Fear? They all seem to fit the context - they are the or part of the entire answer. Or is the question itself just an anomaly? Yet more questions surface, and yet more clueless, hopeless frustration abound.
I can almost hear it, skipping away, braying with laughter.
The entire process is a fault; the entire persecution does no justice to logic. There is no goal, no objective, no final result desirable enough to motivate these actions, yet they are performed so systematically, so precisely...
Precise to the point that the design itself is a failure.
It makes no sense. Why can't I when they can? Did I leave something out? Is there a missing link that needs to be placed, a quota that needs to be fulfilled? Or am I the problem? Am I the one failing to see the real picture - the whole picture - of the situation?
Is it me?
I hear the sounds of laughter and of pain, I feel the emotions of joy and sorrow. I see the expressions, the emotions; the singing and the groans - I can nearly taste them too. All that emotions - the joy, the happiness, the pain, the hatred, the insecurity, the fear, the ignorance, the mistrust, the misunderstandings, the sorrow, grief, envy, greed, pride, glory, determinations and the lack thereof, the passion, the lackluster enthusiasm, motives, energies, beliefs, virtues... then I look at them, closely, one by one, surveying them as if each were experiments, nothing more than instruments - I look at them closely, and it makes no difference as to what each one refers to.
Yet, when I see them as a whole, why do I see the world?
[[ArsH]] at 8:07 PM
Name: Mohamad Arshad (Robert Greyscale)
Age: 15 years old
Date of Birth: Yanuary20 1993
Horoscope Sign: Capricorn
Anti-Religist
Libertarian
schools
Woodlands Primary
(00 - 05)
Unity Secondary
(06 - 09)
Critical response quota achieved.
READ:LOGIC Bases
[1, 2, 5, 13, 18, R3, 27, 37]
established as of time 2116hrs (20.8.09)
Proceeding to magneuv incan tentedou...