I have hope:
Children start out knowing nothing.
Whether they do or they don't in fact,
they both don't in fact and in truth perhaps know.
For in the world which is the world, which is terrible
Knowledge is also suspect in that it is to reference,
And what is there to reference to in life except the real
So the tragic.
No real adult exists, no real decision is made
The hard ones get deep into you and cause no small excruciation.
Then another truism or altruism -- that childhood is in fact,
And adulthood is in fiction.
For unless you are expansive beyond expanse,
then what is an adulthood but something like childhood but flat
How can anyone say for example
that children are not learning,
when the adults are not given any tools.
Not some adults. Not just "the children,"
How can anyone say for example
that teaching children is necessarily correct
when the adulthood which is is empty,
the childhood within still what it is,
and again, what can we offer, but the encyclopedia-length list
of things which could be and aren't, but for which there is no time.
Even extraordinary adults
would entertain children
and then both would say to each other, "Well, that was a waste."
Why? Well you don't want to learn how to draw
by using the masterpieces and the midnight oils
You don't want to learn how to speak
by using the exquisite and raucous metaphors.
And it's not like anything happens that way anyway.
I've theorized that the generations get better.
How, though? This is just a basic belief in the future getting better.
And that adults are there for children
but more and more, it seems,
if you were born into a house, you must go into an orphanage.
and if you were born on the streets, you must inherit a house.
For why would these exist, but to be given?
And how can you get something with your hands full?
There is then the absolute thinking that only what is good should be given and that is without a flaw,
but it is then full of holes, when you consider that there is no such thing
as "being alone," "a joy all your own," or "enough of a good thing."
There is definitely enough of a bad thing! But what a horror that some people can fall over dead while waiting in a line.
The world surely still is very dangerous.
Not to be idiotic, but to look backwards at historical atrocity, like at the holocaust for example,
and think "how terrible that was." How have we changed, and how is it any different even though it's not in plain view?
It brings tears to one's eyes.
The ability within what is bad to let go of what is good does not exist. This is how we know we have to look after one another. How can anything become something else? How strange the world is. How can anyone tarry from learning, and observing, and feeling, experiencing and growing.
There is a lot of hurt in feeling the end is approaching unstoppably, and it seems that people are farther apart than ever.
Though of course crowded like crazy.
Why so many?
There are so many people. What logic i there
What sense is there.
If paradise was two people in a garden,
this must be the inside of a grapefruit.