idiosyncratic world

I think I'd quite like the idea of being isolated from the entirety of the world. But yet again, am I not already?

The secrecy of the world in which our eyes truly do deceive, is something no human could ever possibly understand to any extent of degree.

If not to discover the secrets hidden beyond the world, why do we exist? This world that we possess has never been ours. Only a figure of our imagination that slowly glides away as we reach the ending of our lives.

We are dying every day, every hour, every second. Why do we except so much from this world, if the world does not know we  even merely exist?

Yet again, this is just another secret mankind cannot even attempt to decipher. In our lifetime, we meet reflections of ourselves, and we perceive those reflections on how we subconsciously view ourselves. We live our lives, then after our time has given it's course, it's all over, and we start again.

In another life, I would've really liked to get to know myself, and why I pursued myself so idiosyncratic.