The world is understable to
all but me. Is it insanity that I can't find anything that makes sense in life? I oftentimes enquire of myself. I wnat to understand the nature of man: His greed, temperance, deceitfulness and kindness. The shape of a flower, a natural landscape, tall eerie trees that appear to withhold knowledge acquired with age. I need to listen to the song of a bird at mid day anf understand its melody, the echo of a hooting owl in a clammy cave, the garbled song of a drunk old man, a taxi driver singsong the destination his taxi.
I want to see splendor, poverty and scarcity, wealth, green grasses and barren land. I want to live life’s intellect through mystery, and then maybe I’ll understand what he is all about. I am insane. But it is my insanity that makes me who I am. Human.Are you Human?
