Is it quite possible I spend so much time stripping everyone I see of their defenses in the hopes that they're like me?
I think I'm so reclusive because of a conflict over that very question -- or perhaps the more bare and primal questions asking it raises. Life isn't a science, but like the quest for proof; what we knew always changes when we learn more. And so I feel malleable... my concrete vision of self is ephemeral. The only constant I have to rely on is that I am here.
The space that I occupy; the conscious one -- I notice that it only ever expands. The more it expands, the more soft and pliable it becomes. The easier it is to slip through the cracks. The more I need to learn. The more I need to ingest. The more I need to create. The more I need to relax. The more lost I become. The more indistinct everything is. Becomes. Has been.
Always expanding, never solidifying.
And I fear an end with no end.
I think I'm so reclusive because of a conflict over that very question -- or perhaps the more bare and primal questions asking it raises. Life isn't a science, but like the quest for proof; what we knew always changes when we learn more. And so I feel malleable... my concrete vision of self is ephemeral. The only constant I have to rely on is that I am here.
The space that I occupy; the conscious one -- I notice that it only ever expands. The more it expands, the more soft and pliable it becomes. The easier it is to slip through the cracks. The more I need to learn. The more I need to ingest. The more I need to create. The more I need to relax. The more lost I become. The more indistinct everything is. Becomes. Has been.
Always expanding, never solidifying.
And I fear an end with no end.