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FRAGEMENTS OF LOGIC
There are some things in this life that we will never truly understand for it will surpass, all logic of reasoning or understanding of an intellectual manner but for one to consume, ones mind with thoughts that seems to not have any one correct answer only more questions to ask.
But as the gateway of the unknown appears before your eyes submerging your inner thoughts deeper than they ever been, subconsciously draining you completely shifting your emotions upon an windmill of turmoil and confusion, which becomes filled with doult with no form of comprehending of knowledge nor wisdom.
For as the very facet of reasoning stands empty and still like tiny scattred pieces of broken glass creating an psychedelic pattern, upon the ground as they reflect from the sun revealing a rainbow glare of many shapes and colors.
But yet we as humans always are looking for answers to the unknown questions that seems to haunt the very depth of our mind, seducing us as well as challenging us to think outside the box of the norm but yet it is those segments of thoughts, that creates chains of events that drops down upon us like a slab of granite stone sometimes to heavy to even move therefore we remain still like the dead of night.
But as the gateway of the unknown appears before your eyes submerging your inner thoughts deeper than they ever been, subconsciously draining you completely shifting your emotions upon an windmill of turmoil and confusion, which becomes filled with doult with no form of comprehending of knowledge nor wisdom.
For as the very facet of reasoning stands empty and still like tiny scattred pieces of broken glass creating an psychedelic pattern, upon the ground as they reflect from the sun revealing a rainbow glare of many shapes and colors.
But yet we as humans always are looking for answers to the unknown questions that seems to haunt the very depth of our mind, seducing us as well as challenging us to think outside the box of the norm but yet it is those segments of thoughts, that creates chains of events that drops down upon us like a slab of granite stone sometimes to heavy to even move therefore we remain still like the dead of night.
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