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Immature Reality

What is reality? There are no answers to this question nor will there ever be yet we still asked it. And if someone were to answer it then such a person couldn't be human. Because that would be like trying to explain water to a fish. Reality is a burr, a flashing light of remarkable hope, sorrow, Joy, music, or poetry written underneath a coffee shop table. Reality is humanity. But humanity isn't reality. Reality is the meaning of helplessness and the inspiration that gets you up in the morning. Reality is forever a hypocrite but always humble enough to admit it's fault without denying a lie. Reality isn't perfect yet such a miracle only happens once. Reality is complex. Yet stupid. And we should give up and accept it. But never roll over and let it pass us. - Robert burton

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