The years pass by, and things change. Understanding comes in ways that only a pauper can understand, I tell you this because in this age people write of great things. They tell us daily of important events and messages – they speak with vast knowledge and little awareness about events of the day. They blog and thus they feel their existence burgeoning.
I will join this vast conceit – and so too I will join that vast host and elaborate upon my existence and my thoughts. I too will give form to what I believe is, to what should be and what was. A pauper after all is not unlike his kin. We all seek to understand and to be understood. We all feel and want a place within this life. We all seek recompense and acknowledgement.
Why not after all? We think there for we are; or so we are told. We reach into the great tomes of history, claim vast importance from the generalities of historians and the acclaimed fables of Greece, Rome and Egypt. A knowledge lost, yet even as we reach for it we commit a failure of understanding. We tie ourselves into the existence of the vast universe. The motions of the gods and the stars themselves – and we find meaning within this vast comprehensible structure. Never once to we actively seek the notion that it is all beyond understanding – that such a place as this is where are mind should be. We are great deceivers, both inwardly and outwardly.
The pauper understands this, and so it is yet another thing that he seeks to give up and relinquish.
