It has been a month now. Amazing, how time just flies but I am where I was a month ago. So much has passed yet nothing has changed. One always seeks change but for the better. What is better? Everything is nebulous. You know words, yet you never know them and yet they are so common. What is commonality if experiences are different? Yet you can't deny that there are common experiences, which is why we relate to each other.
It is all a maze that we run around. We seek destinations, we will never find them, there are none. Yet we run because there is nothing else to do. This is the other side of madness. See again, we know what madness means, yet we call it the 'other side of madness' although feel the same: the people we term mad and ourselves.