of human nature there is much to know and little I do. so many things make up what we are, who we are, how does any one person begin to understand all of these driving forces? there must be no one who does. oh, but someone must! I wish I did. in all the world, in all of people, how many are like one another? none. each and every one is a whole entire person separate and fully intricate. if only I could write about one as to so fully capture them on the page... alas, but that is impossible! the complications abound. I am always awestruck with the possibilities but aghast at the magnitude of the dilemma. it would take a full life only to write down and that is not even to understand all the information acknowledged.
So that was randomly found amoung course notes from the 8th of February of last year. Haha.
I (apparently) was done with it before I should have been because I could have added SO much more. (And honestly you and I both know I should have written more.) BUT OH WELL.
I also was very much feeling like Emily Dickinson. (Is that apparent, or no? Cuz I'm thinking it is.)
xxx mal
