Is there no revelation that has been left unturned? I guess I feel that way, at certain times, that the best visions have already been seen, transcribed, and been through analysis. But then... then I think of Einstein. Just before he came on the scene, there were those that predicted the end of physics, back there at the end of the nineteenth century — then Albert came along and blew their minds with just how strange and mysterious things really are. More than that, at least to me: he hinted how much stranger and more mysterious the world is that has yet to be discovered. So, maybe the time is ripe for me, who feels as if he is at the end of his creative rope. That when I think all things that I am to discover I have discovered already, such will be when the real magic strikes. (Going meta, perhaps this itself is the epiphany.)
What are you, world? I think I know you well enough: maybe that's the clue that I know you none at all. How can I think I have figured you out, when I understand so little of this infinitesimal I call myself? Humility, it seems, is in order, for I think I comprehend you, o world. These fragments and scraps I have pieced together into something of a coherent image, but should I look further? Look past the things that are before me? It is, perhaps, that I should rediscover my childhood, when I understood how little I understood. It's just that these days, the new things lie a bit deeper. Methinks it's time to start digging....
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12:27pm thursday, 10th july
Yeah,I hear you-hm,this actually makes sense.Not that you doesn`t most times-but this,this really made sense.And it is quite a nice thought you discovered there.Very optimistic and positive.I leave you today with a grin on my face.For I have come to realize,with a little help from you,that there is yet much to discover and much more to understand,but all too little time.Thank you for the reminder,Stand!
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