Questions

I'm i not to know? Must wonder aimlessly amongst emersed possibility's? Do the answers you hide even remember the reasons why they are occulted, or do they stand in defiance from a questions lack of understanding? Are these riddles that escape me? Am I a troll that can't cross his own bridge? Or am I the cleaver traveler that chooses a different way avoiding the troll altogether? Is there a god? If so is he defected like me in all his glory? Or was I the last to be cast in an unclean mol, sold to the world for the same price? Is there balance we should all find? Or do we as imperfect individuals form the scale on witch we are all measured? If so how is it calibrated in a world that refuses to carry its own weight?