Books are really fascinating.
They can link me to the most brilliant minds.
Put me in front of all sorts of human emotion.
Tragedies, philosophies and forgotten gods that can teach so much.
I start to make sense of this nonsense I've got used to see.
Human history is at my hands, I can feel its weight and barbs.
I can absorb ancient knowledge and modern science.
And find myself amongst all these theories, languages, paradoxes,
Literature, conflicts, modes of existence.
I think I'm starting to understand , yes, I am!
I'm as important as the protagonist of an epic story.
And as insignificant as a speck of dust in an old place.
I'm coming to realize where science leads or leads not.
What wisdom teaches or teaches not.
What I am — if anything at all.
Losing myself surrounded by of all this.
Rightful citizen, guiding father, grateful son.
Dutiful worker, loving husband.
Peaceful distress.
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