Questions and Answers

The way up has been the way down for as long as I have been alive forever. I am in love with stringing questions an intellectual Renga of inquiry, one in repsonse to a former and so on in perpetuity, having said questions beget questions, to question is not in itself to find an answer, what I swear to and what I look for are twain never to meet.

Hamlet is not actually looking for an answer I don’t want answers to my questions, I speak beside the point I speak on a tangent, the circle is the thing. All tangents extend for infinity, I forever miss the point.



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