A Question of Knowledge
I never used to be this way.
(No, I was a relatively normal child. Well, maybe not, but no matter. It’s not really all that important.)
In any case, at some point along the way, things changed. Or was it one defined point? Perhaps it was a sliding scale… A boiling frog.
This is really all besides the point though. Today I’m…
Not who I used to be.
Not who I will be tomorrow either though. Even as I scratch/tap/vibrate I am changing. Infinitesimally changing. Tiny prisoners wasting
Away
Away
Away
…
It’s why the question “Who am I?”
Is irrelevant.
Why our continual search for understanding is futile.
Who are we to claim to know the universe when we can’t even keep track of ourselves?
