It is easy to question when the answers lack. One has to see, to see what is supposedly being shown. Bleakness denies the canvas of a masterpiece. And before the picture illuminate, it has to be painted. But these traces lead nowhere. They are just scattered pieces floating around without a true point of origin. Their existence is opinionated and associated credibility dangles by the fingertip. The pieces of life attached battle to remain worthy, or otherwise replaced by ungrounded notions. Who follows them? A number actually do. Thinking has become a thing of the past and reason follows suit. Such are the ways of the new.
This way, perception disregards priority. The falsity of self-worth reigns and negates the beauty of unity. Answers to living life are sought in the meanest of places. The image depicted from the views of the blind constitute the reality being chased. This has become a home for the weary seekers. There is nothing else to find if what was to be found is not known, but is given. But the ride is not easy as it sounds. It leads to hell. To hell with it!

© Ommie