One thing that bothers me is that the further you cast your net in search of knowledge, the fewer the definite answers become. Seems like the least life could hold out is some knowledge, at some point, of whether you were looking at things in the right way.
Or if there was even a right way, at all.
Or how many right ways there might be.
Or if there was even a right way, at all.
Or how many right ways there might be.
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My aim sucks. I'll just jab em in your eyes
With regards to your blog, I think that's the beauty of knowledge. Even living forever, were it possible, may not hold all the answers. (Well, forever after you were born... I suppose if you were present at the beginning of time you might know a bit more)
And, thank you!