Edge

The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.- Hunter S. Thompson

I wish I could go over the edge, just to taste flight. Too many crowd around the middle where its safe. Trapped in the confines of a prison they have created with the limitations they have chosen to accept. I wish I could do more than simply stand at the edge and take in the view.

Aldous Huxley once said that we are a society of islands. No matter how hard we try to empathize, we will never truly understand another person. We can not crawl inside their mind and be them. We will never know another persons pain, joy, or contempt. No two people think, feel, taste or see the same way.

And with that, you will never even be sure of what shade of blue the sky is through my eyes. You just assume it is the same as yours. And I can not tell you differently. There are not enough words to truly show you. We spend our lives trying to share in our experiences. Watching movies that make us cry and laugh, reading books that make us think, talking to people that make us feel not so alone.





Writing is my only consolation to the constant thinking.