It’s a funny thing; knowledge. Your perception is simply an illusion, along with everything else you know. Where there’s a third party, there’s a fourth. It’s maddening really, to be unable to express the depths of your heart, to be unable to form a coherent sentence. All that you know is all that you’ll ever be; But how does one bare it all? Even if You think you did, you haven’t. There are things about you even you don’t know. And no saint ever thought themselves holy.
-c.j.m
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
It’s a funny thing; knowledge. Your perception is simply an illusion, along with everything else you know. Where there’s a third party, there’s a fourth. It’s maddening really, to be unable to express the depths of your heart, to be unable to form a coherent sentence. All that you know is all that you’ll ever be; But how does one bare it all? Even if You think you did, you haven’t. There are things about you even you don’t know. And no saint ever thought themselves holy.
-c.j.m
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