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The real ones are difficult to find because they rarely wish to be found. Society exists because somebody wants to run it. Most problems are recycled problems. Most beliefs are inherited beliefs. The birds are free and we’re caged. The sky remains my echo chamber. The more I uncover, the less I can explain. We are looking for fulfilment in empty boxes. Fear survives. Detachment is mistaken for indifference. Loneliness is often solitude described poorly. Familiarity is not family. You can observe, study them, love them, hate them and still can never know anybody. Hunger remains constant while what one is hungry for keeps changing. Desire shines beneath morality. Craving creates creativity. Art makes irrelevant everything against it. I wear my inability to belong like a badge. Help nearby. Feed birds. Watch rain. Question everything including the question. Birth causes every future problem. Today the will to survive has won again. Reality remains. So do I. Perhaps that is enough.