03 November 2004
2:26 PM
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. That every person, upon thought, has a heart which enclose their own secret.
It's truly inconceivable. So far-fetched, the thought, yet accurate.
Astounding actually. We're all
so different, pole's apart, yet we all react and response in that similar manner. Yet we all breathe, live,
subsist, in an almost identical system. How is it possible, that, so similar a
technique and existence could result and produce so dissimilar a person.
This world is actually somewhat consistent. For instance, not
all tumours are cancer. There's benign (non-cancerous) and malignant (cancerous). It's all fairly straightforward. Then again, you either
have a tumour or you
don't. Or you are either
going to have a tumour, you
might have a tumour, you will
not have a tumour, or you
are having a tumour. Consistent and relatively dependable, this world. It's just like you either
have a friend or you
don't. You could get friends, you could lose friends, you could forget friends, you could give friends up. But eventually,
ultimately, you either have them or you don't. Just like a tumour. (Not a good comparison, but the point stands.)
And then, the colour of the sky. It's blue. Well actually, no. It's azure, indigo, sapphire and you name it.
Imagine having such conversation with someone. I mean, who actually
cares what colour the sky is, so long as it's constant and will never change to become green. Like I said, this world is consistent. But the people aren't. But the people are a mystery to each other. We live in an
uncomplicated world, but with
too many complex people.
Currently, George Bush 51%, John Kerry 48%. Popularity votes.
"A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices."
-Edward R. Murrow
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