How can there be beauty and horror in the same darn thing? Is it what we bring to the circumstance, or what the circumstance brings to us? Are we afraid of the dark, or is the dark afraid of us? Is it simple or are we just leaving something out of the complicated picture? I could stop and stare and wait and lie in this pondering forever and still not be finished the task of doing some intense inner searching for forever. I wish it were black and white and that those neutral didn't mix and there was no gray. I wish it was easy to blame the objects of our senses and claim that they made us scared, they made us happy, and they made us sad... but, we all know none of that blame game is true... or is it simply not true, but not false either?
I keep waiting for that moment when I can finally see the light in the darkness and the darkness in the light. The latter seems easier to find than the former. I guess that means that I am always half glass empty. Forever seems too long and life... short. Eternity seems selfish and life, selfless. So, are we inherently selfless? Are we forgivers, not sinners, because we couldn't possibly sin. Are we afraid of death or is death a permanent truth that we can't evade. The metaphors, the symbols, the ideas, the thoughts, are they real, or simply creations of the physical realm that we can't see. Is reason, is thought, that sense that we ought to be relating to, to understand that we are confined to our five sense and can't fathom anything outside of it? Is that the mode to reach an entirely DIFFERENT way of thinking?
Right here, in this moment, being alive, is a good thing, or is it?
We are complicated, not simple. Had we been simple, one brain couldn't control, manipulate or destroy the other.
Put two minds together in a room and you have war for each one tries to out-wit the other. With one mind, a person goes insane.
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