Talking to myself..

Just me talking to myself again...

"Do you know how it feels like to know? Like, what you'll be doing this time tomorrow.
Of course you do.
What about not knowing? Not being able to predict your future. So totally incapable of taking control of your very own life. If you think about it, it just doesn't make sense.
And yet again, why should it? Easy comfort isn't comforting.
And we were never made to know. We were made to wonder. And guess. And second-guess. And be wrong, and right, and sometimes even both wrong and right.
What have you to gain by knowing? What kind of prize is there for anyone to ever win by having enough nerve to both ask AND demand an equivalent answer to their question?

For no answers will ever be enough to quench a man's thirst for the very satisfaction that information (and not knowledge) can offer.

So isn't it enough for us to just wonder? I think wondering is honest, as far as honesty goes. And, God, isn't it beautiful."