there is so much in the human experience which falls down to want of a better word
as though there was not enough in all titles to actually do justice to anything in reality we try to contain with our intellect
for as with the person with the thing there is always more
it comes as a failure when we sum up bits of existence to one dimensional pacings
but when dealing with conflict within conflict which floods every fabric of our conditioning
what are we without it
does it give credit to wonder or in actuality get out of our curiosity and do/pursue
it never comes down to force or we are left to our own form of tranny
it shells rather to come out on our own
one as all