whether 1 plus 1 equals two isnt the question. it never was the question.
whether pigs oink. or birds fly.
you see it when you walk outside. you see it when you walk inside. you see it when you walk.
and still you ask the question that was never the question.
and still we walk. we walk outside. we walk inside. and we keep asking. but no one is answering.
a persistent bunch. we roll in it. like pigs in the mud. some would consider it dirty. but it is a way of life. rolling in the mud isnt dirty to a pig.
look up. look down. describe what you see. write it down on a piece of paper.
look left. look right. look out the window and what sits outside. walk outside. breath the air. think about how it smells. think about how it looks. do you see mountains or buildings.
do you ask questions that matter. does anyone.
think about the pigs.
think about the birds.
think about the birds. and the birds.
see this is where it stops making what little sense it made.
the skies are green. the fish dont swim. they dont float. the fish dont. and yet the questions are sprawling. like a dog stretching on the floor. and the floor isnt there. and neither is the dog. our imaginations stretched.
the reds and the blues. things that shouldnt be moving. oh theyre moving. focus. stop. they keep moving. the walls fly like birds. the floors roll like pigs. dirt where there should be none. but is it dirty.
you cant insult a pig by calling it dirty. but you can insult a man by calling him dirty.
up is down. right isnt as right as we once thought. down is down.
me. i. we. she. him. us. they. all the same. interchangeable.
they walked with they. i didnt know then.
him know now.
and its all a sham. carefully constructed. carefully orchestrated. and each piece falls into place. and she knew then what i always knew. us. they were always.