Indifference

Why do I have this burning desire to prove something? My audience is myself. The world does not matter. To me, I matter. And I too, will die tricking myself. The scientist, the theologian, the peasant, the king, everybody. We all die with our illusions.

Only the man who is indifferent, knows better.

But indifference, they tell me, is a dead man walking. How different, I then ask, are death and life? Both are dreams. We move from one dream to another.

Let me have my dreams. And let me live them. No questions asked.