what don’t you understand?
those who don’t believe that love isn’t abstract, it’s a concrete silvery strand of magic weaving in and out of the fibers of the human body.
what don’t you understand?
I don’t understand why the avoidance of honesty exists. Why sugar coating is the norm and why euphemisms are in abundance. Without truth there is nothing. I don’t understand why people kill love. Why age or gender matters and why social acceptance is held in such high regard. I don’t understand why something that is so good is said to be bad. I don’t understand why there are so many humans who don’t give animals the same respect they give members of their own species; why because they can’t speak, it suddenly means their capacity to be is viewed as so much lower. I don’t understand why people are so aggressively inarticulate and why the most efficient use of language is seen as “obsessive”. I don’t understand why the barter system ever disappeared. My shoes for a meal. My shirt for a hat. I don’t understand why the U.S. doesn’t use the metric system, (I mean, really.) I don’t understand why Dr. Seuss is so underrated.
But most of all, I don’t understand how people can be comfortable in ignorance. How being unaware is accepted and in the eyes of many governments, encouraged. I don’t understand how people can live their entire lives not realizing they are wearing blinders.
what don’t you understand?
Time. Mostly time. Every day is a lifetime, isn’t it? Yet the past may as well be one day. The way I’m inclined to see it at this moment: Time (that is, one’s time on this planet) is like a credit card whose balance we’re never given. You can spend it however you want & it may not even cost a thing for all anyone knows. I don’t understand why I can’t have more Time & I don’t understand how to spend it any better.
Also, the following image, if you’ll take it:
Yr average Joe (could be me, could be you, could be Zombie Mother Theresa, whatever) reclined in a cot hooked up to three life-support devices:
-feeding tube with the label: A PRIORI
-pacemaker with the label: AVAILABILITY HEURISTIC
-catheter with the label: AXIOM
That. That right there. I don’t understand that.
what don’t you understand?
There’s alot of fucking things I don’t understand these days…
what don’t you understand?
I don’t understand why people hate and we fight over petty things like which side to take. I don’t understand why we let others starve while keep everything for ourselves. Survival of the fittest, or another degree of murder? I don’t understand why we suffer when all we want is happiness. I don’t understand why tears slide so easily down our cheeks, or why it is so hard to wipe them off with our sleeves. Why age matters, and love doesn’t. Why loving a woman is wrong if your sex is female, why you’re name called as a “lesbian” like its similar to being a Nazi or an ally of Stalin. Why do we let ourselves and each other discriminate. I don’t understand life, I don’t understand myself sometimes. I don’t understand why I’m so shy, I’d have so many friends if I just let the Berlin Wall crumble and talked about my thoughts. I don’t understand why having a different perspective is strange, I don’t understand why dressing a certain why is ridiculed by conformers who aren’t comfortable in their own skin. I don’t understand why it’s okay to burn books, but not a flag. I don’t understand people, I don’t understand why we stand by the sidelines as people die.
But, I do understand why I don’t understand, why I’m confused. Why I cock my head to the side while you ramble about women being caged to your bed while you beat them. I understand fear, but I don’t understand power over the weak. I understand being abandonment, but I don’t understand why I was; why we all have been sometime in our lives.
what don’t you understand?
I don’t understand the dimensions of the stars and the dimensions of my heart, and how these two infinitely separate mechanisms resemble one another. I don’t understand the hearts of those around me, either—the mechanical grunt of arteries functioning will forever elude my grasp. I don’t understand God and why humans feel the need to believe in things they cannot see. I don’t understand the way he looks at me first thing in the morning when the walls have fallen and the reason words never come out how I mean them. I don’t understand sunshine and the reconstructive powers of its brightness—I’m a night owl at heart, and I don’t understand why I cry for tragedies in others lives, but I can’t cry for my own. I don’t understand why empathy is out of style, and I’ll never understand a world in which keeping your head down is often the best strategy. Most importantly, I don’t understand why humans are what they are—vibrant, brilliant, brutal, and passionate—and why the pitfalls of humanity linger in my mind, from the wisdom of Mandela to the cruelty of Mengele to the fragmented thoughts of Nietzsche, these people that stand the test of time.
what don’t you understand?
The inexplicable French coronation of Jerry Lewis as comic genius.
