society

     It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only what this word implies. We witness and contribute to our very own tragedy just because we believe. We believe that this is right and that is wrong. We believe that we have the right while the other one doesn't. We just believe, illogically.

As Isabel Peterson wrote in The God of the Machine that Most of the harm in the world is done by good people, and not by accident, lapse, or omission. It is the result of their deliberate actions, long persevered in, which they hold to be motivated by high ideals toward virtuous ends...

I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope. I like to dream but the sleep is always ended abruptly like a tectonic fault, drifting me to a territory I never intended to travel. There, I am asked for a stamp that the mockingbird received from the eagle's claw's only.

I bought a ticket for a vehicle of transportation and I let it to be strayed out of my palm by the passing wind. And, it didn't go too far. Was picked up by a man that stopped on the manhole and he turned it into a paper plane for his kid. He threw it forcefully upwards.