The Infinite Departure Comments

This morning in the brightest sunlight, I discovered some marks on my arms; they look like a bite mark. But they are not, when I looked into it, I found they are just skins coming out of the skins. The earth is making dust out of dust.

The more we keep thinking about ourselves and our existence, the more we see that in our very own lives, there is no ONE single person who understands us, including us.
Somebody might try to understand you, and get closer to you thinking they know you. But how can they? Even we don't know what is the next thing we're going to think of. Nobody is supposed to understand anybody, nobody is born here on this earth to want us to understand truly.
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