For most of… we notice the undercurrent of confusion in the structures of men

We start out questioning everything… we want to understand why

To some degree, in order to live, we fall in line… We manipulate our thinking as necessary.. making excuses for things… manufacturing acceptance, in order to live

We end up questioning everything.. if honest, we end up regretting so much… so much we would have done differently. Years, a life, spent pretending…

In order to live in confusion… Out of confusion: order; the great manipulation… Order: the offspring of confusion. How much we questioned you. How much we knew…

How much we forgot