Till Logic Abounds Fundamentally incomplete, internally lacking, externally wanting. However always pretending that something else is true. Because to depend on anything? Impossible. To concieve perfection and not have it? Stupid. And this is why men are blighted stars...

Because of fear. Maybe everybody fears what they know best, similar to the speculation that what you hate in others is what you hate in yourself. I know that I fear analysis, introspection ,and discovery. Like anyone else, if I were ever put under a microscope and probed, the scientist would see exactly what I know exists: contradictions. Say one thing, think another, mean yet another, and understand none of the above. Leave the analysis up to me then. I'll look at this world and see its ways, interpret them as so and move on. As for me? Let me be that untouched territory, where all is taken and nothing is poked at. What bravery I possess, ha.

But fear everyone does only because they fear that upon finding that deep and founded dependence in something else forged in their soul, they will have to come upon another truth; the need to surrender and trust. And everyone knows, trusting sucks. You trust the wrong thing, your world collapses. You trust at the wrong time, everything becomes meaningless. So much is at stake and the center of your world isn't even on you.

I have a set of oil perfumes right now, 7 different scents, and the box suggests I make a scent as unique as me by combining two of the perfumes. I am so glad that my uniqueness can be captured in two qualities. Today I think I will choose zanzibar and chylmac. The first because I like z's and the other because it sounds kind of like christmas, which wouldn't be so bad right now.  ¶ 8:37 AM