June 16, 2016
It can sometimes be exasperating to yet again find out that reality can’t be forced, even when you try your best to not be aware of either reality, or of forcing it.
As if this obliviousness could transform it all into a charming little equation, one with a soothing moral balance leaning towards fairness (independently of what “fair” means to you.)
Contemplate, rather. Don’t you know that the shapes you assemble aren’t figments?
Yes you do.