When you breathe, I inhale. I am easily influenced by ideas, the trappings of the senses.

When the world cries, I scream. The pain doesn't hurt, it drives. The beauty and love doesn't enrapture, it inspires. I breathe to breathe again. I don't need to feel your world. I want to feel it. It is a place of greed and hatred that your illusions control. We co exist in the fallacy of dreams. We all die with less than we arrived here with. So why accumulate wealth and power? You cannot stave off the grave. And the grave says that we are all the same and alone in the end. There can be no winner, no victor, no loser So why do we beat each other? Why do we try? I try for love. I try for those moments when all is zen and the zone surrounds us as we lie in state and dream of the world we wish we had the balls to create. We live to share, to give these bits and pieces of the great to each other, we live to LIVE. I will forever be 17 and I am grateful. There is a beauty in NOT KNOWING. Not a bliss, or an ignorance, but a TRUTH. Because it is all conjecture. All religion, all science, all thought is just that thought. We observe, we collect, we estimate, probability, and we guess what we want to believe. We hope we have the FACTS. There are no facts. Water is wet. Wet is a concept to describe water because we only see that it is molecules of things we THINK we know. There are situations where water is not wet, where rock is not solid, where life is not life, as we KNOW it. So I say, we know nothing and less than nothing because we have fooled ourselves into thinking we KNOW, thereby losing the objective ability to learn, guess again and be open and free. All this because we are scared. Scared of death, scared of pain, scared of life, SCARED TO NOT KNOW. So we waste the beauty around us in a vain attempt to KNOW. We cease to enjoy and only analyze. We must KNOW. KNOWLEDGE IS NOT POWER. Knowledge is fallacy. The grand illusions of fearful bags of meat who are too long in coming and too short in staying. The last train has left the station and we lost our tickets. This is not misery, this is freedom. Freedom from belief. From not living. Where are the salient topics of tragic children? Why do we breed? Where do we stand. Alone and together, here and there, dead and alive. Beautiful and grotesque. We are.