Intelligence is based on reason. If you can be reasoned with, you are intelligent. Then we can progress. However, if you are not susceptible to reason, there is nothing much I can do.
In this case, I will be spiraling in the sunlight, dancing to the tune of the renaissance era. Oblivious of those blinded by the sight.
I seldom talk about the truth. To me, truth is what you believe in. There is no absolute truth except perhaps mathematics.
Religion is almost the opposite direction of absolute truth. Religion is certainly classified under fiction.
I have this fear that my thoughts are nothing more than unfounded fiction. That's why I choose to walk alone. It is safer that way.
I don't know for how long I have the will to write. It seems that I am running on a thread mill. Write, run, write, run, what difference does it make?
Perhaps flow is a better choice of word. I flow. Like a drunkard on a rubber dinghy going downstream.
The answer is NO GOUT. That is my ticket to freedom.
It does seem strange that as a person who values freedom, I am locked by my own defense mechanism.
Such is the paradox of God. To be God is a man fully functioning. That means, to be God, a man has to run.
Here I am stuck with an illness that prohibits *[b]e (me) from running.
* The burden of responsibility is at times too much.
I will persist...
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