two souls
come up with exactly the same
solution, yet the way in which they
both derived it entriely different. some
say that makes no difference at all, because,
after all one receives the same answer, same result,
same product. but I? I say I do not care about the answer.
for I hold a deep craving within myself, a growing itch of how
you initially thought it up, how you tried and failed and tried once
more, some may call me strange, but the way in which the process of thought
takes place opens up a floodgate for more solutions to be found in other places, the
realm of how any idea is thought up could in theory be the answer to my deepest questions, or just be something
so fantastically interesting, curious I am, not a fanatic, but I am passionate. the answer is not a means for my end, but for how the rose blooms.
doyou see what I mean?
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