Thoughts at six in the morning on a windy quay
Maybe you need to be somewhat crazy to understand life.
I haven’t been crazy enough to comprehend what there is to grasp.
Reason has nothing to do with existence.
Well, my reasoning hasn’t made me any wiser, that is, nor any more existing, for every answer gives more questions made to shorten life,
like : Why can’t I catch a ferry on a stormy day and still think I am asleep safely in my bed?
It would make the journey so much easier. We humans can think anything we like?
But I can’t. Not convincingly.
So there is the next question: Why do I think stuff like this? At bloody six in the morning? On this windy quay? Before my coffee?
I don’t understand life and I am feeling seasick already.
I should have stayed safely in bed. All with a good reason: too many questions emerge at six in the morning!