This Experiment of Life

A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all. -Frederich Nietzsche

The light of day casts shadows about truth, and night envelopes all in shade, so how, then, are we to decide the truth of a matter? Patience, I suppose... waiting, for in the completeness of a day all areas see light as the shadow moves from west to east, the sun from east to west. The shadow is not the tree, and the tree not the light, but, in time, all may be viewed in their fullness. It may be for this reason that I enjoy time-lapse photography.

I live out my wildest fantasies in my head, honestly it is the only place where it should occur for me- I am a victim of fear, bound by the chains and shackles. But, it is also in my head that I am a victim of torture, my own sort of punishment, creating my own hell, my own heaven, here inside me. I have visualized more than my share. The colors go from dim to vivid like the opening of an umbrella, but no sunny day will destroy- for the need is not there, but a windy, rainy day will ruin your umbrella-your protection- and then you're left to be soaked by the rain, and beaten by the wind. I would like to think that this is an experiment, and I must formulate the hypothesis in my head. Only those theories which bear within them a glimmer of truth require me to proceed to the next step in the scientific method: testing. This belief is made all the more difficult with the understanding that in everything there is a truth, behind everything is a meaning. I have conversations with people in my head. No not fictitious people, people I know. It's how I socialize in solitude. Sometimes they provide guidance, other times consolation, and still other times are simply an annoyance.

Are humility and pride diametrically opposed? Or more like two parts of an equilateral triangle I should hope, as I consider myself to posess both traits.