The life which I cannot matriculate to is empty philosophies in rivers
I argue over whether I have dipped into twice, over religions
I hate for the philosophies they cannot uphold, over religions I love
For the philosophies which they do, but over which I cannot comprehend without dis-
Spiritual doubt,
Over relationships I cannot sustain, over others I can but do not love, over lifestyles
Which do not correspond to anything absolutely, and so, as I understand it, there is not absolute truth!
I am most disconcerted over lifestyles, the ways in which we conduct our lives, more specifically, the manners in which we fail
so non-absolutely.
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