Worms

 

I don't really recall positing this only to fast forward and think it, today. When I pull into my brain matter, what comes out is akin to reason. Somewhere in the isle of Home Depot you'll find a layer of bricks. You forget it's not Safeway. You're in a home improvement store wondering about groceries. That's how one transcends logical discourse. By relating two things and making it comprehensive. The danger is in how comparible they are but if the idea is a good working animal, you open a can of worms and find nothing relates back to your origin of it. The can of worms is a poor metaphor to fuel something we describe as shallow. Worse is defining what we don't already know. So unless you find the can of worms is an analogy for how we misconstruct things, the point is made. That you must search for truth.  

The truth is founded where reasoning ends as predictable of a cause. That if cause is predictable. There would be no point in norms being associated with it. Therefore, cause is where we measure everything by itself.  

When I said weird, I am not saying what is it that qualifies as weird. I think about what I said back then, meaning that one needs to find it.

I have found my sensational identity as weirder than I thought I could defy.  

The world will adjust accordingly. Whatever truth is, you have to fight for it.

- Marco