Jigowatti
It’s senseless, I know. It’s the whole point of this article; it hopes to derive sense from senselessness. How? That’s a question I’m not sure how to answer just yet. In a previous article about things that I love, I indicated that I love talking sense and talking nonsense. It’s a schizophrenic dilemma and yet a normal outpouring of the soul – my soul. Sense, after all, is derived from a concept of similarity between two sentient bodies. It is, I feel, a dictation of the society that, to make sense, an idea is understood by more than one person. An idea is agreed or disagreed upon by more than one person; that’s why I say it is schizophrenic when sense is attained by an individual. See? Even the preceding paragraph makes sense to me. But if someone else were to peruse it, it would not make sense anymore. Or so I hold to believe. On the other side of the coin is senselessness. I believe it is brought about by confusion; a going around in circles. Understanding is n