A Brief Discourse on Humans

What was it they said about talking too much?
Something like, a person has to just empty out the head every once in a while.
Realization doesn’t set in like it used to.
Well, maybe it does, I just haven’t realized it yet.
Dumb.
It’s unbelievable how much junk simply sits in that head of ours;
Does anybody have a spare garbage disposal?
Those gadgets were almost forgotten about in the frantic, horse-blinder life of Europe.
Let it all spill out.
Take those five little fingers and wrap them, twine them around this life-line of self-awareness and reassurance.
Understandable enough, time was taken to investigate the instigator of the crime and, get this, they lost all evidence.
And now we’re supposed to take two numbers, add them together, divide it by six, and it’s guaranteed happiness, or better yet, endless fields of ripe strawberries, until that number six decides to divide or add itself?
Impossible. Most likely not.
There are always two sides to a living being, and if the books, technology, fascination with magical powers are taken away, there would be three sides, I think.
Staring at the long list of available classes, and wondering, what will the unborn children want to learn about?
So, mostly, this was an excuse to not talk.
Mostly, it just helped to see the black ink spread across the page in a logical, hopefully, orderly arrangement of words and ideas.
But there’s still that small void.
Gap.
Hole.
Whatever.
It exists and there’s no denying it.
Oh well.