Meanderings

I don't understand a lot of things. Philosophers are reputedly people who admit to knowing nothing. But that doesn't make me feel smart or enlightened. Rather, I feel like a piece of cheese left to dry up and turn crusty in the fridge.

The question is, if I really know nothing (or admitted to knowing nothing), then how would I comport myself? Would I take the red pill or the green pill? Why do I have to take a pill? At the least, I know how to form random thoughts and badly structured sentences.

But I digress.

There are crows outside the window. Big black beasties with small pearl eyes. They fly in and out of the trees. This is Sweden - rather, the 6th floor view from a student high-rise in Flogsta, a suburb of Uppsala. It's overcast and from up here a loogey would probably would strike the blacktop below silently and invisibly. And I don't know why I am here. But I DO know why. I do. But I don't.