Discover Me

Upon a point, that point which, far away, looks as though it were a part of our Milky Way, and, here's the catch, you know it's not, you've done the math, the distance was prescribed, but now you second guess yourself, and find that you have lied. The truth, you say, is something lost in space, it may fly here or over there, but never in your face, it's like the proverbial dogchasing its tail, or even the logician lost in his own fallacies, or was that fantasies?Or does the world operate as if it understand itself, or is that just me, telling myself whatI want to believe andthen havingitreflected back, such is themirror ofmyunintelligible mess. Alas, a thought experiment to prove my way: I shall discover me in just one day. Impressive since, it tookGod (supposedly) seven days to create and it took Hitler many more toorchestrate his plague of hate, God conjured upthe world withthoughts of land and sea, then creatures to inhabitthemoblivious and free; and Hitler, whose defensiblilty was quick to flee duress, for out of his own struggles came endless cause for stress. Quite simply, it seems that whatI have is one abundant thought, that all negativity is bound for naught.