I lived for words, by words, via words.
Words are the spirits that I wrote down long time ago.
However, I recently started feeling confused about all the concepts built up on words. If such basic tools are questionable, how can we go further to rations and logic? Do anyone really know what they are talking about? Do they really know about what they are dedicating their(one wild and precious) life to? I doubt it, from everything to everything.
I was in the illusion of controlling everything, knowing about what I am talking about. However, this is impossible I gradually realized. I should just abandon all the concepts and bara live it? Instead of pushing everything down to the expressive sides and some insights.
The purchasing of insights is a purchasing of owning findings and ideas, which is a very ego-driven process. I wonder how many of us will still investigate something if no rewards are given, no recognition is given.
RoofGazers 