"what's 1 + 1?" asked the teacher

"2!" one shouted

"11!" shouted the next

"a window!" quipped another

a simple question. yet so many answers. Though answers come from perspectives, and answers are answers only because we deem them to be answers, He began wondering how he would ever know anything at all. The immensity of the task and on-goings of the world was already crushing even before he embarked on His Quest.

"if only life need not be subjected to perspective"
"if only life was direct in dealings"

"if only..."

the lines ran and rambled. but what good could it ever achieve for Him? He was but flesh and blood.

He was but one of many.


And He still is.

Labels: luring flesh, perpetual lies, senseless beauty