Sometimes I wonder whether I know what I believe I know, and feel what I believe I feel.
And when I linger in these thoughts I realize how coward I am, for I wish I were forever blind to the truth. Feelings are filters which make me see what I want to see, and prune the unwanted. Such power is both terrifying and appealing, like the light to a moth. Similarly to the unlucky insect I fly to it unable to resist, and pleasure and pain are now but mingled.
And when I linger in these thoughts I realize how coward I am, for I wish I were forever blind to the truth. Feelings are filters which make me see what I want to see, and prune the unwanted. Such power is both terrifying and appealing, like the light to a moth. Similarly to the unlucky insect I fly to it unable to resist, and pleasure and pain are now but mingled.
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