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Focus, that’s what we’re all trying to do, there’s no question and proof if anyone is stupid enough to ask for it. No question isn’t strictly true, as there is one that looms: on what (or whom)?

Perhaps I should ask myself that everydamnday, no—at the top of each of my waking hours, unless I’m too focused to stop and ask.

But what about the tangents and digressions? Are they proof that I can’t focus, or proof that I can focus on whatever I want, change my focus by whim if I desire?

Desire. What do I desire, aside from the obvious (L💖VE, Freedom, and Happiness)? Is there anything to desire aside from the obvious? Is everything we desire just a concrete expression of one of these abstract themes?

I know that I’m loved.

I’ve been told that I’m chained to my freedom.

Happiness is something to develop within, not something external to be pursued; therein lies the greatest flaw in Jefferson’s declaration, tricking generations of Americans, leading them on a wild goose chase akin to Dorothy’s journey to Kansas.

Is there a point to this?

How many times have YOU asked that?

I can’t answer the questions for you; it’s our job, each of us, to live the questions into more questions, eventually learning to love questions so much that answers stop mattering.