Quando?

Trust is that malevolent kindness that believing in something gives you.

You seek it awkwardly because there is that part of your childhood that it holds. The childhood that you never knew. And that’s why you seek it,
who is a rational human being?
One who trust?

Who is a cynic?

One who doesn’t?
If that be the case there are none of us in the world who are true to the Definition.
There are questions that are asked so that you distract yourself from

The real truth that you seek.
Once they have managed to keep you pre occupied with questions like

This, then it becomes easier to maintain some semblance of peace.

Is there peace. Or are we just pretending to be peaceful?
We are all seekers. We seek that which we don’t know.
There are no morals in knowledge.
There is only revelations and realization.
The fancy word for it is philosophy.
The common word for it is suffering.
No one suffers more than the philosopher.
We are a sorry lot.
We are the ones that deal with the excreta of humanity and look for

Beauty in it.
And the most startling discovery is the finding of beauty in that

Putrid dungeons of thoughts and words.
Makes one question the questions that we have been asking ourselves.
Perhaps I’m not the first one to ask, perhaps there are have been proud

Insanities that have attempted to decipher the code.

The code that binds and programs everything.
What makes us human is the need...to know.