In the essence of simplicity one is often questioned, "how do I fit in?" My place is one so complicated that the truth may truly be further away than this fantastical imagery that has surfaced by my own fault. If love were simple would the fight be worth it? If love were worth it would the fights be worth it?
The fantasy, of course, includes a slight glare at what some would interpret as perfection. Similar to the truth, with fantasy, the mind acts without limits. The conflict exist within the difference between the two, for fantasy and truth are not interchangeable.
To act on fantasy as if it were truth is less noble then to act on truth as if it were fantasy. But it is acting on either truth or fantasy without the understanding truth that is the least noble. For unlike fantasy, the truth is bound with that that truly exist, tangibly that is.
For action, the man who acts is honored more than he who does nothing.
For truth, the man who understands is honored more than he who does not.
For life, the man who does nothing due to understanding of the truth is the noblest man, for the truth is bound by that that truly exist.
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