I'd really like to thank those who persuaded me to ask more questions here. Had I asked certain questions elsewhere, it probaby would have taken me much longer to come to certain conclusions... but here I get it straight from the source. To seek truth is a difficult thing, and one often wants to stop along the road and pitch his tent, and never move again. I can't count the number of times, over the past few months, that I've been spurred on by a comment here or there on this forum, to keep on going down the road, to not settle, to see what I can see from the top of the next hill.
The good-natured pokes at my uncertainty, the attempts at refuting my posts, the kind and caring remarks some have sent my way.. they have all helped me a great deal. However, something that has also moved me along is the constant closing of eyes; the casting aside of facts because they are inconsistent with the monolithic, unquestionable truth (as subjectively held by biased people--as we all are); and the blind guarding of dogma not for the sake of truth, but for the sake of being right.
You know, in spite of everything, sometimes you do want to just settle down alongside the road, if only for a bit. The solitude of your own thoughts being your only company... forced to face yourself, rather than ramble on to others while you ignore your own self. Forced to water the dead tree that is in your soul, to see if maybe, just maybe, you can get something to grow. Grow, if only just a little bit. And then perhaps return renewed, or wander off into the wilderness in a different direction, or who knows what else.
To live is to think,
To learn,
To know,
The consciousness of thought,
Grasped tightly.
To love is to feel,
Your heart,
To show,
To conquer all souls,
Whether meek or mighty.
To smile is to give,
To free,
To fill,
The fracturing of nihilism,
In a glance.
To fail is to live,
The pride,
To still,
To find some reason,
For each day to advance.
