A monkey loves bananas – From Wrongs Import Peace

From Man Import Monkey for I am not an advocate of the world, anymore. I used to be; always offering the benefit of the doubt, the presumption of innocence.

I felt too little. I always thought too much.

An unstoppable calculating machine, cycling through each iteration, until a solution was met.

Years have past and wrongs were done; by and to each party.

I felt. I felt pain long before my time. I felt sadness and later on: rage.

Feelings and emotions are not strange to me. I know them, I recognize them, I classify them and I have them.

Yet, the act of feeling is so strange to me. How does one behave on feeling? This is a lullaby never sung to me. I have rarely seen it, recorded it, or even touched by it. It was water and I was hydrophobic.

Years have past and wrongs were setting in; by and to each party.

I let myself guided by these inner desires (either animality or nobility). I express myself; the good, the bad.

Yet, I still own these qualities.

Now, when I am approaching equilibrium, when I can finally please this pendulum, the world fades, it dissipates: the regime, the structures, the events, the people, the schemes, the dreams and its principle of compositionality.

Yet, I still understand each side of it; of this world.

You know why? Cause we all return zero.