The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Languish In One's Questions

I asked myself the following questions this evening:

What does any human want?

Is fear a sin?

Who are these people?

What is this object for?

Do you always have to take yourself with you, where ever you go?

Can you ever consolidate your own prescience?

Is death a weakness?

What is the point of watches? All time does is run out.

What is the point of fighting? Even if you do, you wind up the same.

Of the very few people who read this, I doubt anyone will understand it. I shall be explaining nothing.


The most accurate map of a landscape is the landscape.



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