"stories" INCOMPREHENSION

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Today I was reimmersed in feelings i have not for long understood. And how as humans we remain in soundness. With the rest of the world resting in such soundness. I guess it is the balance of things. Who am i to question. That's a question in itself. Who am I? And as an entity, the residence, does it not give a right to question? Forfeit existentialism.
I shall hold the blurting of these thoughts, if they become words, i fear for my relationship with the creator. I but admonish all around me. This can be done in abundance.
The problem with this and how erratic it becomes is of a strength that can throw man off his balance.
I admonish but without, if I'm not mistaken, even a thing of which a certitude can be confirmed.
The question mark. It must have been man's first mark of punctuation. "I shall lay my words to rest and without their certitude", so it must have been thought.
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Through journeys on water
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My love shall not falter
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But the words I profess
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Momentarily are meaningless
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And all the regret
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And the pain I have felt
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Have designed and with precision
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The being that I have become
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No less
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I shall have all the world and more
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My resent for self
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And all the guilt I've felt
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Are grounding at the core
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Words and the sort, still,
Lack of Expression
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