Journey, I guess would be a better name. I don’t understand my deep desire to understand all of the fallacies of the universe. Yet, simply cracking open a book could result in countless hours of introspection, question of theory, questions of science, and wondering how it is so effortless for me to understand complex computations, yet I struggle in understanding something as simple as 2+2. Much like my attempts to understand other human beings. I find them remarkably ignorant. I don’t mean that in the sense that I think people are stupid. Merely, I find in my daily life, that people are widely unaware of themselves. They are unaware of the way they think, why they get angry, who is to blame, why they make choices that are not in their best interest, they obtain anxiety over small, irrelevant things, like myself for example, I freak out every single Sunday night – about the garbage being put on the curb the following Monday morning. I laugh at myself because this seems so ridiculous, ye