Why would you read if what you already read satisfied all your curiosities?
Did searching eyes catch you alone with your emptiness again? Did a dark gap take on illumination? Does it now beg for a name? Do you wonder about a definition, its meaning, its importance?
It’s another time to have to explain away your actions . . . to yourself.
Disturbing.
Too many steps . . .
into the ‘Irreverent’.
The Infinite 