By questioning the very fabric of existence,
one can distance himself from the confusion
intertwined with living in illusion. The faded
foggy glasses, glossy with time's excrement,
exuded and exhumed from the subterranean
house you live in, a little too late. Posthumous
perfection achieved and attained through mind
exercise, an muscle that atrophies expeditiously.
The pertinent dripping sand belies the acuity
actually attainable. Potential unbound. Pulses
that fly through it are just as essential as the meat
that houses it. Continue as a fish in a bowl or question.
Everything and anything.Curiosity didn't kill the cat,
Idiocy did. Curiosity simply gave it a reason to move
and live. Curious things are just that. Turn a blind eye
and Burn yourself alive. Same thing but for the speed at
which it happens.

Finding out is the fire that fuels life.