Things Unsaid

Knowledge is painful, specially when you no longer have time to understand new ways of the same old world that a few decades ago had only the ones you got used to go by. It's hard to teach new tricks to an old dog - I don't intendo to offendo any of the subjetcs of this conversation: I'm just illustrating in a very simple way. But who doens't put some faith in things that seem so real, solid as a rock? You know, nowadays, cientist are saying that, actually, everything is made up of gases - nothing is solid, as we think it is, no matter how much we squeeze that damn rock in our hands, yelling "How can it be! This as hard as my dick!" - with all the respect, of course. We only have to accept, because, tomorrow, we'll be that old bitchy dog, biting off the brains of our progenies, trying to understand someting that can't be totally assimilated. Yes, reallity suck, almost as much as reading such a big, useless, text that somo wacko with a major hard on wrote to fulfill his patologic need to express. My regards and also my humble apologies to whom might wish for some, after exposing such virgin eyes am unholy reading.