Impressive

There is a great deal that I do not know about this world. Of its workings, its reasoning or purpose. Yet of those things that i do not know, I know much less about the beings that run the earth on two feet. I do not know how such beings for all their glory of their inventive nature can create the Sistine chapel in so few years, how the declaration of independence can produce such an eloquent dismissal of obtrusive rule and how such beings can begin to love in such unconditional nature of another with which they share no bloodline.

I do not understand the integration by the masses to form communities and live amongst those they do not know. I have trouble grasping the passivity and restlessness that persists in thriving metropolises without insanity. By all accounts I deem such impossible.

The gamut of the human mind fascinates me, yet for as much as I am in awe for its creativity, its ingenuity and passion. I am equally, if not yet to find more so, terrified of it.

What it is that perturbs me, and thereby leads me into a state of confusion that comes from the brutality we beings inflict upon one another. I struggle whether to be impressed by the expanse of the collective beings emotion- to restrain, withhold and suppress a group or individual; and yet, how they hold another in such divine light.

Frightened by the delusion, and still impressed by the scope of it all.