A FEW QUESTIONS

Is what you're seeing and hearing already things of the past? Are shadows more real than the actual form? Do you look at people's feet and hands far more than their faces? Are chins always disturbing? Would you rather watch people shit than eat? Do you think of trees more deeply than anything? Is happiness and sadness an interwoven blanket in the coldness of a world gone wrong? Do you wonder if your memories are someone else's? But then as you near that inevitable edge, do you not also find yourself fearing so little that if say, you were about to be publicly beheaded for something you didn't even do, you would hardly think it much different than anything else that could possibly happen? Oh, also, now that you know there's nowhere left to go, nothing left to do, no one to meet or anything to discuss that could ever come close to matching the infinite wisdom that has always been there, growing silently inside you, do you not find the world so hysterically funny that you almost can't contain your laughter even at the most heart wrenching of sights? Anyway, you know, get back to me if you want. It really doesn't matter. I was just feeling a little curious for some reason.