Complexity

Complexity, ah complexity. Alienation in its finest form. No matter how much sense something may make to me, to another it sounds like insanity. What is the point of being original if it is just something someone can analyze so that they can do something just like it. Originality is way too highly regarded. Just because insight comes from experience and wisdom, doesn't mean that the young simple are incapable of achieving it. Even though my age seems incapable of reason and morality, we are just as able to move and captivate the ideas and memories of a human soul. Will the laziness of left and right hands be my cage. In the vista of time, ideas are what remains. Flesh decays and becomes again part of the earth, wood rots, fads die; but the revelations and sheer moments of genius of man, recorded in the hearts of all and in the laws of nature live on. No matter how many Books are Burned, the ideas and facts are still there, created by its master; commander. Why, therefore, is beauty and grace all that is encouraged? Should we not focus on elevation of the human mind? Hands guide and persuade. What is right cannot be determined by the bias, the proud, and the powerful. What is right, is what man does. Not from guidance or persuasion, but what is created beneath his breast and conveyed in all its complexity.