The Joy of Life

Do you understand?

You read my words
You know them
You know my meaning

Aaah

They are but words

As rich in meaning
As they are in intellect

I say “peace”
You think of harmony
“War”
Chaos springs to mind

Be wary of knowing
Be wary of the time of such words
For time
The environ of such prattle
Defines the meaning

Now

When I say “peace”
I infer stagnation
“War”
Creation

So now you know

And knowing
Remain ignorant

Now then

Consider this

Schadenfreude

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