How I've tried, to cultivate this mysterious experience, and transform it to my understanding. There's no lesson it can teach me, I can teach myself.
We're forced, to transcend our individuality, our purpose. We're bound, by the presence of uncertainty. These age old inferences about mastery, and development, are lies; we're lying.
The sanctity of inquiry has been defiled by perverse intentions of profit interest; gain. Incredulity indoctrinated; the greatest minds of our generation corrupted by the best help money can buy.
Celebration inundates us. We're accelerating to our graves excitedly. Comforting reflections captivating an intangible freedom.
A new line, on a blank page, in black.