more musings....

I sometime feel I live in a morally depraved world where indeed morality is like the trouser, worn to cover our shame and then brought down just as soon, to uncover lewdness. I do not understand this world and perhaps this world would also never understand me. A deep sense of alienation takes me over, and I feel a deep schism between the world and me. Not that I feel that I am not loved or respected, rather I have an abundance of these. It’s a weird kind superiority complex.