a mind of Torment
From this side of life, although can it truly be called life?
From this side of being I take to my heart the longevity of wisdom, or perhaps better the wisdom from longevity.
I can scarcely see beyond the foolish youthful assumptions inspired by experience to the patient and calculating collection of uncertainty.
But when the moon is full and the quiet steals over this godforsaken city I can taste the elusive answers that tease and tempt me to question still.
It is the child who acts without question.
It is the youth who questions the act.
It is the matured who has lived the answer.
And it is the aged who knows the answer to be false.
Certainty is misleading and almost always incorrect.
Suffice it to say there are solutions for the moment but almost never do they transcend to the general slate.
I grow weary of questions and yet it is these self same phenomena that drive me to awake each day.
Were it not for the questions I believe that I would cease in mind and spirit leaving only the function.
And, it is wisdom who understands that functioning is not enough.