we are all

No WAY in Hell that there's a human being out there who can match up to perfection. At least I can admit that I'm a flake and that I'm unreliable, and that I'm imperfect. At least I'm not pretending to be something I'm not.

Honestly, when people talk about deja vu and other such things, I think this is what they mean. Deja vu isn't some sort of recurrent event in life as people would think. It's simpler than that. It's a real, live motif. Tangible. Our reality is ever present and there is no past or future. Just an ongoing event, an ongoing story, an ever-present spectacle. And death, is only the beginning. And just because our reality is our perception of this world, just because "now we see through a glass, darkly," that does NOT make it any less true or real. Just blurred. Even as I take my glasses off, there is a haze to my surroundings, yet I can still see color and shape and form. Perhaps is is not as clear or sharp, the resolution not as bright, but I am certain that I am one hundred percent certain that I am here and not there.

And you know what? People say idiot things and chase the stupidest dreams. But it's ours to chase. Ultimately.

If only there was a true knowledge of the truth, yes? But that's exactly what we're all looking for. Truth.

And I think most of us go wild over simplicity, because ultimately, it is so very simple. Yet we are loath to face the truth of the matter entirely. Because we are too prideful to admit defeat.

And THAT is why man falls, over and over again.