I don't know a damn thing. I mean I know what we have agreed up on; like my name, days of the week, numbers we use, stores and our choice of language. but yo what do I really know?
I mean I love to stare at the clouds and just wonder, wondering is all I am capable of, I ask a barrage of questions with an empty template because the answers are not so discerning. The more I ask, the more I wonder, the more I wonder the more I am humbled, the more I am humbled the more I grow, as much as I grow, man I still don't know.
Like a bird with beautiful bright strong wings. The discovery channel might provide insight on observations made of birds or perceived notions and habits, but as far as I 'know' birds don't speak any of our languages. How the $%*# do we know what birds or animals think? I do know that I like to look, that there is something so wonderful and so free about the way they peruse the sky, their seemingly simple communication among one another, and it is so apparent that birds ain't focused on what we think; not caring about what we 'know'.
Imagine humans as birds, aware that we can soar to new fantastic heights, bound together by unions and only separated by predators who rightfully take their place in the circle of life. Imagine when you spread your wings that you felt free, free from worries, stress, and judgement. Aware that life will end, but more cognizant and appreciative of the moment.
I imagine what it would be like if fish had wings, politicians had hearts, the rich were selfless, and the greedy played bingo. You may ask what does this mean? Where am I trying to go?
Yo, I know where I've been, but in terms of where I'm going, shoot not even I know.
The say religion is the field of unquestioned answers, well I'm looking at those unanswered questions, pondering the concepts of language, love , minutes and seconds. At the best I am just guessing, seeing where it goes.
But I really don't know!
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