Necessity is the mother of invention

If there ever was a natural way to adapt, and to change, I'd like to think that we'd have found it. I don't think its the strongest, or the most intellegent that survive. It's the ones who are most adaptable to change. The agonizing metamorphic process that each and everyone of us experience must endure. As we mature, and experience life, our eyes focus on the things that we once glanced over. Although ignorance most often begets confidence, I've been thinking that maybe its better to be knowledgable and yet uncertain. Sometimes skulls are thick, and hearts are vacant, and words just don't work.

Googolplex and Heavy Boots

One, and infinte zeroes.

She just smiled and read a book, and gave him such a gentle glance.
Such a look, he thought, could make a man fall flat on the floor without a sound.
He felt a rough pain run through his chest, only to see love oozing from his sweater vest.
She watched him toss, and turn, and wipe the love right off with his sleeve.
She wondered if he knew she was made to love magic.

I live a life of measure and ambiguity. That's probably not strange to hear. And I'm just a little person renacting the simple, trivial happenstances of human existence, all the while feeling insignificant, and foolish, and genius, but endearing and quite sincere. I wish I could've known my grandfathers. I'm missing something that I've never seen inside of me before, and I know it's them. Their empty eye sockets staring through my nose. I can feel their hands skimming the top of my head as they walk past, and I hear their whispers in my ears, so silent and grey. I wish I could've known them.

Two Pianos

We have different places.