swirl

First thought:
We are human, we are born to be complicated.


And thrust:

Okay let’s begin with something large. We are human, we’re born to be complicated. A brain. No, break it down further. The nervous system, the air, no, no no no, the molecules, the cells, the absence of mind, the gravitation system, the light, the sequence, the rubbing of not our hands together but air in between, the float, the questions amongst deliberate and redundant answers and no where near truthful insight. The killers. The survivors. But aren’t we all killers? Don’t we all die? How is one chosen to live on, through complete sources? How is It done, how is complication simplified, how do we speak, what is speaking, what is what? Where is where? Is sound really traveling? How does it echo in silence? Are we really wrapped tight? Why colors? Who dropped the ‘u’ in ‘favorite’ and who created the fan? Swirling air holes and delinquents. Who invented the loop? Who is who, and why is why? We don’t know. We don’t know. We don’t know. We don’t know. We don’t know.

We don’t know.

We don’t know. We don’t know we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know we we we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know.

Is ignorance really bliss? Is it really?

Now say it with me, aloud:
"I don't know."

[thursted, no edits, 1.5 minutes, mind boggled and let on the loose yet inspired by Christopher Higgs]


Sound: syn. wrapped tight.
I don't think like this, I do this on purpose. I know control. I don't bite.