often, times disregard
right versus wrong. soft into harshness, unborn hostilities, careful treks and
shivers. an estuary flower, sweet submission, receiving nurture. I was upset. I
saw a pattern. in part, this is our evidence. most noises are incomplete.
I have uncovered
schisms—ate draughts—carried dirty baggage. luggage is in me. perception, as
expected, is stern. something moves me into unclarity.
a ventriloquist is
wrestling, an inner fission, many pieces disguised in wood. a comic is angry,
debating his mirror, risking rumors and reputation.
by far, most try
to control chaos, capriciousness, by remaining correct. the world has
difficulty with surrendering.
I know what love
is. I hear it when I sense it. I have not collectivity.
most are too
comfortable, too inhibited, too confined. we fight it, to great annoyance,
yearning for it if it slips.
I was infatuated
as an adolescent. I was hungry for another. I try to find myself. the person I want
to become, as an old one I was, I need that space again. it stands in shadows,
aside an umbrella, theologically uncertain. rules to live by. customs to adhere
to. once finished, a person is a robot—made unfeeling, too sensitive, wreaking
havoc on freedoms. if uncuffed, made free, what comes first?
next to a bug,
near a twig, an ant is watching leaves.
somewhat
unattached, somewhat indebted, we examine debris. three parts as given to times
we give us deduction. we pride a priori existence (before experience)—as
mystics assert a posteriori existence (based in experience)—neither are entirely
absolute. we might ask about intuition, to intuit prior to having knowledge as
fact, indeed, examining those correlating variables—how did one predict X? we
say prior to experience is viable, offers a living proposition, by addition, we
say experience is limited to reasoning faculties, that are with error.
nevertheless, as critical thinkers, we see both as possibilities. many were
hardcore, they asserted mathematics as knowledge, experience as paramount,
other avenues as nonsensical. which lends itself to a claim: religion for
contemporaries is first prior to experience, then is strengthened by experience—thus,
Bless are those that have believed without seeing. one might argue that
all knowledge, methods of knowledge apply, despite, epistemological arguments.
I end here: Does a
full on skeptic fall in love?
