toddler doodles

in the end i am incredibly stupid i am as dumb as a stone in the field and although i would like to think otherwise and argue that i have perspective to take account and see both that of what i am and where the truth is that i have no idea i've made some conclusions here and there well enough in a world that repeats in order to provide some consistency allowing for the telling of tales with morals and of what love means what hate can do and where it leads but all in all it seems like doodles the scrabbled sheets of a child being both unique and pure nonsense adorable expressions of the mindless of which i see that i am verily one there i am in thought understanding while in fact of such a thing there is none awareness itself being as well concealed like the rest of all objects barred off by the common practice of handing out titles to summon them by merely calling them things

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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