Jargogled Impressions.

All our lives, our biggest fear is that we are living in a subset, a reductive version, a fraction, of reality.

We subsidize our ignorance by looking inward, but find therein a whole new world, equally if not bigger in its size than the world we see with our own eyes.

In reality, we don’t know. Nothing that we believe in, is of much use, when the end is nigh.

Our endeavors and our pathos, we surround ourselves with, in the vain hope that this is what really is, and this is the extent of it.

That’s as disappointing as it’s filled with hope. The realization that this may not be all, an awareness that this may well be what we will ever perceive.

In glee and in constant cheer, do we strive to find our stride, as we navigate this delicate balance.

One often wonders, if we were able to wander, far and outside the beaches of our own consciousness, what would we be doing? Where would we be festooning our hope?

Would you know?