Its tough sometimes. I try to ask myself questions that will somehow serve to enlighten. I search for the answers.. but sometimes I realize that all of the questions have already been asked. The worst ones are the ones that I remember asking myself, that I had already figured out in a past life and just plain forgot.
Take this for example. I was so excited. like it was new, like it was a key to unlocking my greatness. I just needed an answer and all would be right. Then I realized that it was just another question that has dogged generations since protoplasm was knee high to an amoeba.
I think that Plato posited it the most succinctly in one of his lesser known Socratic dialogues. It goes something like this:
"Dear man with 3 live bunnies in one hand,
What do you have in the sack, son?
Regards, Socrates."
The search goes on. *sigh*
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