New Forms.

I like truths, pursue the absolute, but covet the smallest things. Self-contained theories are the most beautiful. Yet reality is against simplicity. Or civilization would have already ended.

Life is kind of wasted I think. And I don't want everyone to understand. That's not my responsibility. I get paid to do. If I were to die doing what I love, I'd happily jump into my own tomb. It is an inappropriate question to ask why, because one will never understand how it is to live not for living.

At the same time, if running is not for the time inputted, it cannot be called running. Steps are almost too quick to be caught by time, thus the consciousness. But attentive steps can be painful. Just how humans are designed.

Justification is a contradiction of itself. Proofs are the same. Floating structures might exist on their own. They don't need to explain themselves.