The entirety of our selfs
has only mostly been witnessed by our self. Not even I know myself in my entirety. And yet, the deepest desire of most is to be understood completely, to share absolutely. Love is a compromise between the ideal and the possible. A paradox of compromise; because two cannot be one, and the ideal cannot compromise. […]
words are oft tragic misrepresentations of
what is
fact
is stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense
an interpreted letter may turn into an epistle
fear, or resentment may turn a letter into an epistle
Lexical inadequacy
Everything is such that it is not identical with anything else.
There is only one universe and everything is identical to it. The two closest things I’ve found to truth,and they’re inconsistent…
There are no members in the set
zero The fact that there is a set called[zero]Proves & Bankruptsthistheoryobservationfact There are zero members of the set[zero]Nothing is a member of the set[zero] zero≠nothing so what is zero?what is nothing?
confusion may best be expressed in the broadest terms possible
but truth is unfathomable
hypocrites
give the best advice
the last page of your notebook
is an ironically recurrent tropeall progress getsrecycled