- Sean Wilsey
"Oh the Glory of it All"
This stuck with me. I never thought about who I was when I was a child. The only way to keep that up is if we lived alone in the forest. Just pure existence. We have been getting it wrong for thousands of years. We were meant to breathe, fornicate, and experience purely. The animals have it right. There is no other reason... Those jokes about starting off life as old and growing down in age until you die as an orgasm have it right.
There is nature all around us, and we build on top of it and cover it up. As a child I played in the dirt and befriended bugs. I knew who I was. I know I am going off tangent as far as the book itself is concerned, but this is the thought process I've had since reading that sentence. Where did we go so wrong? Why is it do difficult to play in the sand? Why do we let others tell us what our lives should be like? Not as blatantly as we did in our teens and early twenties, to be sure, but the guidance seeps in from all angles as we age. And we let it.
And I know all the reasons why questioning exists... but it all ends up the same. We all still get old and die. Human kind can never change that or fabricate a reason for our existence. So I ask: Why not live purely for experience's sake? Why not live like children?
