Touché

It's a crazy world out there, you know. Of lies and disbelief, of having too many people wanting to know things they need not to know, caring on rumors and hearsay; of poverty and blasphemy, of the laughs beneath the cries. And one would ask, so why bother seeing it all. Human is on its edge. In a bit, we'd become like gadgets: accessing things we choose, ignoring things we rather not know.

Why bother? Why, of course one should. If else, would you really just stand here in your silence. Would you really not go to understand the richness of the poor and the tears that fell from being loved whole heartedly? No wonder you thought you have everything you need.

Ah, call me a prick. It's always like this. 

 Always a step back in comprehending humans and why they are. Why I am. The nonsense "world peace" would never happen. Not having peace might have been the only reason that keeps us thriving. The restlessness of not being able to rest - because we ain't there yet - gives us more senses or lose them.

But let's ignore those who have lost it, because we can .

My wandering is on the tale of losing translations in incompatible communications. In questions asked with the fullest awareness that it has no answer. Through touches made to make sure that life is reality. To the eye blinked - and for that split of a second  you wander if you were seeing through the eyes of a dog. From the taste of sugar cane shared through the dirty hand of a runny-nose kid.

Those sugar canes were good. Didn't you say you're familiar with the night sky?

Image was taken in Guilin, China, September 2012