im just falling for an indefinite time

“Just.” Not in the sense of justice, but of simplicity. Just.

A word perhaps more idealistic than justice. How could anything “just” be? How could anyone “just” be? How could anyone “just” choose.

I hate it. I hate how it strips away at everything. All the theories and justification gone.

Laid bare like a man stripped of his clothes laying in the sand as the torrent of indifferent waves come crashing over you berating you with the cold hard facts of the world that you can no longer intellectualize away. Sputtering the man is covered in sand that won’t be brushed off by mere lumps of flesh nor covered by the sewn fig leaves.

What then does the philosopher do? What must every man do? What can I do but slowly tread through the water.

“I’m cold.” Walk.
“I’m sad.” Walk.
“I’m lonely.” Walk.

ihatethisiwanttobuildmybabelagainandflyawaywhereicanlaughattheonesbelowwalkingtotheirdeathasisoarthroughtheheavenswhosaidmencouldnotfly?

Take a deep breath in, hold, and exhale. Feel the muscles in your face relax.

I imagine … no, I tell you that this feeling is one of a man’s face dropping the moment he steps and realizes no more sand awaits him.

Just fall.

The only time “just” truly is “just.” Life has never been this simple for the philosopher. Just a choice to feel weightless. Unburdened by any thoughts, how did he fly before?

Now, the reader must be shouting, “JUST SWIM!” However

i am just falling