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Truth Beauty

I can’t help it. I’m contrary and contradictory, and as such, I have to be what others are not. I’m talking about truth.

There are a lot of people that aren’t interested in truth in any sense: they have one narrow view of events or circumstances and that’s enough. “It’s black, I don’t like it and that’s all there is to it.”

Then there are those who only want the truth: they dig past the outside appearance of things, where necessary, and try to understand the nature of things. “It’s black because of the mineral content of the pigment, which makes it adaptable for these situations.”*

Then there are people like me. I don’t think they’re as curious to find the truth of something as they are to wholly understand it: they turn the thing over, focus on it, feel it, absorb the finer details with out caring why it’s there in the first place. “It’s black here, but there’s a red fleck in the fur on this side, and if you poke it here, it’ll snap at you. I wonder if it just doesn’t like to be poked or if there is pain there. What would cause that pain? If it watch it for a while, maybe I can figure out why it scratches that way. I wonder if I can do that…..”

I become absorbed and obsessed in things this way. Just how now, instead of being frustrated at how I’m feeling and why, I’m focusing on why I ask “why”. I know I internalize too much, knowing myself helps me understand that which is perceived to be going on around me. I guess that’s my truth.

*wtf??

posted by September @ 7:33 AM