I have my internet back temporarily, though at any moment now the tenuous connection to my neighbor's wifi could disappear.

I come back to deviantart, somewhat humbled at the schemes and turns of the universe. I write this up for someone and no one. I write this down as a note on the circumstances of the greater wheel of the universe.

I write this to note in a time of discovery and revelation. I write, how I write, and to such a degree that I wonder how fruitless it is. But write I must.

How often people act in their lives without consequence. Many of us throughout our lives are making decisions and decisions in turn are molding us. We create and generate scenarios and bathe within them. And, in many cases, we decide and act without thinking of consequences that are further reaching than our fingertips. I speak of the assumption, the assumption that lies within the core of many of the problems we face in this day and age.

I have made many an assumption as of late. I have created decisions and scenarios that dictate how I behave and plant them to understand others. Communication, though, escapes me.

How one breaks the assumption is by communication, therefore, should one be properly capable of communication all assumptions would become irrelevant or confirmed as the case may be.

NOW

In case I've lost anyone I've found I have made quite a few assumptions and I am now dealing with the consequences I have generated. I feel small and mortal now. Which is good, a human should never feel otherwise and in fact it is empowering.

The consequences though, have lead me to deal with the issue of my own capacity to understand and comprehend. How much do I know? How much does anyone know? And what are the realistic boundaries in which I must work? Again, all limited by one's ability to communicate and speak.

My knowledge is small and finite, this I can accept. Now, can I forgive myself for this?

Perhaps. Yes, I think I can. Someday.
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Show me sign of paradise
A place we all would like to go to
Tell me what to sacrifice
So there's a chance for me to want you
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Anyways, enough philosophical prattle. Not like anyone reads these

~James out