So many times I've figured out what life is about. Each time a refreshing new simplification. The distinct differences of each interpolation bear witness to my confused hysteria.
The pursuit of what we can sense, and enhancing our sense of it, consumes many. Sense, the senses, rule lives. Tandemly, our senses are the limitations of our vessels. And Oh, how we love to numb the senses.
My younger brother has a basement full of toys, many of them mine from when I was a kid, that he never uses. And I live my life in the exact same way.