The more you learn, the more you realize the less you know....

God I know so little!

I'm totally clueless on how the world has not fallen to pieces already, or am I being naive to think that there are people smart enough out there that are magically keeping everything together. Well maybe not magically, but who knows at this point.

I am constantly struck with awe at all the different types of people living completely different types of lives side by side and completely unaware or maybe more like indifferent to each other. Maybe with some distance envy to each other, but really just a yearning to have something they don't have. Whether it's the social elite looking on the younger girl wishing for her youth and simplicity- whether it's the homeless on the street looking at the people pass by by the hundreds wishing for a place to sleep, a job, a cigarette- whether it's the postal worker looking at the shop girl wishing for a place to sit and rest. They all just want a taste of that which they don't have.

I'd make a remark about the grass on the other side of the fence but I'd kick myself for the banality of it- but i think we are just curious. We want to know how it is that other people living so easily when life is nothing but easy. We want to know that we are not alone in our struggles. We want to know that we are not as strange as we think we are. But we are all as strange as the stranger next to us because we are all so different.

So in my quest to find the perfect character for a novel, with the Seinfeldian philospohy of a book about nothing, I need to look at a personality in it's most honest form, in it's strangest exposure, because that is the truth about this world.

We know so little and want to know that everyone else knows just as little as us.