He asked me what I was thinking about. I honestly responded, saying: "I am pondering this life as I often do. Examining reality, and coming to the conclusion that I am far from it, I exist in a reality, but don't understand it and do not grasp it. I am know different than anyone else, but at the same time am so different. I am equal to all, but equal to none. I am not as you classify me, I just am, as are you. I am an original combination of unoriginalities. I am here but don't know for how long, nor know why I am. I want to make the most of it, but am afraid of endangering it. What is my purpose? Is it for me? Or for someone else?"
He told me I was crazy and that life wasn't that simple, and that neither was it so complicated.
I replied that everything was not as he understood it, but was a mere perspective. A unjust perspective.
He walked away from me without another word. People are not willing to question their beliefs, or accept that others believe the opposite of themselves with just as much conviction. What makes you right, what makes you so sure of yourself. Simply your perspective, and until you are willing to question everything, you still only have perspective. Until you admit that you understand nothing you know nothing. Once you admit you understand nothing, you still know nothing. Scary isn't it? So should you continue trying to convince yourself your beliefs are right, or know nothing for sure? I don't know, the latter is scary, but the former is dangerous, and damaging to humanity, however much easier.