strange pieces.

reconstituted.

kakera kakera... I suppose the scatterings form a complete puzzle... But what happens when the pieces of the jigsaw don't fit together... Like the broken colours flooded through the rays off a fallen setting... And the winding music chimes that give rise to no rhythm, hidden beats, and mythical notes.

Why do people talk in circles around their words? I would think that they do not want to be understood. But why even do they communicate? Is it a form of relivation of their thought processes, their inner-pondering? Therefore, they do not want to be understood easily. Strange thoughts, weird emotions, but you might be better off questioning the purpose. No answer to all theorithical possibilities. Random mutterings, it is a psychological examination of a child, when given a picture to sketch, to sketch the pictures and drawings of its thinkings, to put the thoughts into graphical notions. So bio-electrical notions get converted into ink upon paper, crayon upon graphite, heat onto matter.

Inner workings and outer purpose. To which servitude? How can we achieve the balance between selfishness and servitude, pleasure/enjoyment with hardship/suffering. Many questions, no answers, only a heart to ponder and experience. So tasting bitterness, but how sour is the apple that has turned rotten? Do the maggots that eat up the decay actually clean up the rotten apple, or hasten the decomposition. Of what measurement should we judge this by? Rate, quantity, time or beauty?

Perhaps its better to rejudge this from a relative-isometrical viewpoint - that perhaps this is a iteration and restatement of confusion. No, the argument is not about the entity, or the relative 'correctness' of this preempt by society's rules. The argument is lost within the question, as aligned with the theme.

Pausible a suggestion for consideration. That the restrictiveness of Man, (or third-dimension animate beings that some term themselves) the restrictivenss to glance into the future. But the constrain by time, another quantity, what is the possible working of such an free reign? Impossible to work out, as possible lower-dimension inanimative entities have no conception of us. Bitterness and hesitation of the uncertain future - surely a weakness/quality of Man. Or perhaps not all there is to it?

Lol... write halfway dun wanna write liao.. Shall resume normal speech. Saraba.