16.03.

2010
What is to write?

Does it mean you have something to share with the others?

What can we share?

Is there anything to be shared among any two living beings, no matter how similar they may appear to
be?

After 27 years of living, and nearly 25 years of communicational interactions with the world, I pretty
much doubt the fact that there could be something to be commonly shared without confusion.

Why do I write then?

Just to make a conversation with the thoughtful few, who by some chance, luckily or unluckily, came
across my blog.

I have postponed my thirst for writing for a long while, not because I didn’t have anything that
compelled me to be shared with the rest, not because I was in a vacuum of thought. It is because I felt
that what I had then or still have is incomplete.

I know it is dangerous to expose others to one’s incomplete thoughts, but since I am inclined from
within to write something, I decided to write about the incompleteness of my thoughts. On the other
hand, I am not sure whether I’ll ever even conceive a complete thought; keep apart the challenge of
seeing the world in a complete picture. Anyhow, I am happy to just know that, and I have no intention to
rush my self to see it. Therefore, I believe that I am living a low constrained life.

I may be deluded.

You might be the one to rescue me.

If I am not, it might even be the other way around.

We both may be deluded, or it could even be the rare lucky instance of both of us seeing the world
correct, but failing to identify it due to communicational disparities.

In any of the four cases above, I guess it won’t hurt us, and further, it looks to be advisable for us to
spend some valuable time on debate, in an effort to untangle the true nature of our incomplete
understanding of the complete delusions.

So, join me, as I write whimsically (if my heart commands me to do so), to explore the rhetoric of life!

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