What is proof? Proof of love, of life, of feelings unshared? Proof of caring, of contributing or simply knowing?
What is proof if not the very fact of troubling enough to be there?
I am being cryptic here… and people have told me time and again that I am rivalling Pythia on the steams from the Oracle of Delphi sometimes. What a nice comparison… but the picture is a bit off. It supposes that I actually have anything of interest to say. Pythia was a seer sought out to give you answers to important questions regarding your future or your destiny. Not one word coming from me would ever do that now, would it?
I don’t even know where the cryptics come from here… It could very well be that I have studied symbolism too much and too long and that I have lost the ability to express myself in any coherent way due to this. Maybe it the simple fact that I am afraid of addressing my inner feelings or attitudes in a direct way… maybe I should see a psychologist to sort me out.
Or maybe I will just stay what I am… a terribly overcharged philosopher with a nick for the poetical…
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