The hell of knowing, is that i can tell you everything in the world, and yet, you will understand nothing until you must learn in the most painful way. And until you do learn, you will hate me because, in your hubris, you believe you will overcome. and afterwards, you will hate me for not trying harder to teach you. but you will not know that i did my best to teach, but you could not learn. And you will not learn this until several more, painful lessons.
i have been told this, time and again, alongside such gems as "if you listen, it will save you pain" and " i wish i had listened when [somebody] told me this". that is complete and utter bullshit, and i'll tell you why, although you won't learn. Do you remember, how when you were told, they used the same words as you did just then? that's because i cant know the lesson you tried to teach me, just as you will not learn the lesson i'm trying to teach you. Some things, you just can't teach, like a kiss, or color, or snow. you just have to experience some things to know about them. Snow is an excellent example: i couldn't even begin to explain to a reader from, say, Egypt the feeling of wonder and majesty you get from whatching the first flakes fall. in that same vein, a reader from Russia wouldn't be able to quite describe the feeling you get from watching a roof collapse from a veritable boatload, no, an arkload, of snow, which i am given to believe happens in northern Russia.
this meandering and pondering has no real objective, beyond pointing out some things cannot be taught. in any case, i am finished rambling for today, so this is me, signing off...
