There was a time when I knew clearly all I felt and thought, but after learning some rules about logic argumentation and speech I asumed my previous thoughts and claims had been based on different ideals rather than factual facts or complete truths, despite I had spent all my life reading books about reality.
Furthermore, began to doubt about everyword anyother could utter, for I doubted about the existence of any complete truth, and since people tends to certify the validance of their knowledge on accepted concepts I couldn't quite consent for I couldn't know if it was their fault to be allways on a position that wasn't theirs.
How are you to stand and face a conceptual model if you have not even analized how it works on real life? The true value of words and knowledge not only at conceptual-level. I decided to do Descarte's excersise and determined my structure.
This provoked in myself a huge feeling of loneliness as I couldn't have any certain asurance of comunicating at least a word that could contain true meaning.
World was then migthly dubitable, undeniable, unconscionable, words were faraway the true possibility of developing the language I needed to start asking the questions I needed to express. It was about the needing, angst and fear about the world and the human classification of the whole.
But then I realized I was there myself staring at the sky. My first time feeling the universe had its own inner name and the code was writed in my head... somewhere in my brain.... the code must be hidden. The words I was seeking disappeared.
And I sought.
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火箭 huô jiàn
-rocket-
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