area 51

     It's an odd thing what happened. Not sure if there are any words really. Certainly a group of words might offer a sort of skeletal explanation, but the truth will never be heard. The meat of the issue is mostly lost.  Lost on me thanks to them, and lost on them because, I feel, they never had it to begin with. Funny though, they certainly act put together.  It's almost hilarious to me, and even a little absurd at times.
     What's really strange to me is how nearly all of them act as though they can relate to everyone.  What sad little worlds we live in not realizing the vastness of even this planet let alone the thousands/millions/billions of galaxies just beyond our intellectual grasp. Most of them think they got some answers.  Most of them just reference an old black book as though it was the first fucking thing ever written down, and I should heed their advice because it's not from them, but intervention divine.  Well fuck all if men didn't write that one too!
     So they shout. Loudly. All while telling me about a still small voice. Man I used to try and listen for that voice.  Too bad it never really speaks back to you.
     

thick skulls

...I feel as though there's more to say. There always seems to be.  I can tell from the look on your face that you don't quite get it. At least not the way that I do. And how could you really? You've not been where I have.  Some places we've been to are similar, but not the same exactly and you've definitely not been there as many times as I have, nor have you spent as much time there as I have.  That's not to invalidate your experiences, or to say that I'm brighter than you, or to say that I'm better off having witnessed the things that I have vs the things that you have. That's only to say that I'm sorry, but you don't get it.  Based on what you've said to me I don't think you ever will really. All I ask is that you try and understand that what we do, and how we think, is different.  I don't want you to think like me. That would be boring and irritating and a little creepy.  I just want for you to look me in the eye and say, "You're right. I don't understand..." and I'll look up at you with a truly broken heart and say, "Really?" And if you say yes and actually mean it, then I'll know that there is a heart beating inside of you and that your brain hasn't been shut off entirely by the societal machine, and we'll carry on down our separate paths just living life and taking things as they come to us, but we'll know when we bump into one another at the grocery that there is a mutual respect for each other and while  we really don't care for the way each of us decides to do things, we've stopped trying to crack the code of 'why would someone do that? especially that way?!'  Once you let go of all concern for me, and for other people, and truly focus on yourself; then, and only then, can you be free to love and understand.  Until then...