An ode to bias

What is more human than the yearn for belief? Such hierarchy with which it is enthroned, conceiving nothing less than a deafened disposition to risk sabotaging the clashing yearn for truth. The incessant nature of the latter, however, has the prowess to deliver a shameful slashing to one’s soul if left to be forsaken.

Whenever an individual is branded with a certain belief pertaining to the subtleties of life, a bloodline of experiences has been written with indelible ink, those which have satisfied the thirst for the bitter taste of conformed comprehension.

For life has dictated that there be no handbook, no preview, and no shortcut for the understanding of the most delicately crafted components of the human experience, beliefs remain captive to the palpable senses that nature bestowed upon us, sown together with emotional tainting.