You//Brought//The//Flood.

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Waiting for something. But, when you don't know what it is, what's the point in waiting? What if what we're all waiting for is merely a glimpse of what we need? People get tired of waiting. What's that Arisotle quote? Paitence is bitter but the fruit of the seed is sweet? Something like that. But is the sweet worth the bitter? Everyone is waiting. Watching. Hoping for some sense of reality. So? Let's not wait anymore, they say. People get so lost in the complications of their own morality that they give in to the daily basis to capture a sense of who they are. We are nobody. We're wasting our time waiting and we are wasting our time searching for things that aren't going to come. Things that don't exist. Does recklessness and abandonment pacify us? And do we always tend to never have the strength to avoid taking the easy ways out of confronting or morality? Never cut something that can be untied. We are all here. right here, right now. All of us. Together. What's the point? That is the point. The point is that there is no point. Contradictions. Life IS a contradiction. And so am I. So is every living body out there. We connect because we can. Not because of fate, or destiny, because we are able to. So? We do. We do these things because we can. Nothing has a reason. That's the point. The point is, there is no point.