Unexplained Love.

I've spent way too much of my life wondering about and seeking meanings and hidden truths from things that were no more interesting than what they appear to be. A part of me has had this long lasting romance with the idea of everything meaning a lot more than what they actually do, not that all of them don't but just that it's just a job that's not worth it for everything that's magical happens right in front of my eyes and even more so when I have them closed. And that magic, is well, magical.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

So, yeah, seeking them, may be not the best of ideas, at least not for me, for the more effort I put into finding out the not-so deliberate truths, the more mysterious they seem to be becoming. Take the night's sky for example. I know at some point of your life you had your fair share of a love affair with it, perhaps you still have one. But why an affair with the night's sky? Is it because it is mysterious and is full of things that we don't understand or even come to being in the same room of understanding it or is it because it just is so beautiful the way it is? I know there are those who love it for the former reason and are even tempted to suggest that they'd someday somehow be able to fit it into their small sense of logic, I'll be happy if they do succeed in doing just that, but losing to it wouldn't be the worst of things anyway. In fact, for me, there is something extraordinarily satisfying to lose to those things that are wonderfully unexplained and unexplainable. Losing to those things that are magical is beautiful, and really doesn't feel like a loss. They are best left unexplained. Like a magician's tricks. I know they all are just tricks but the fact that I don't know what they are and how he's able to accomplish everything he does accomplish is what makes me relish them and I don't in the least want it spoiled.

Love, peace.