I have been keen on observing things—from how people treat me or treat others, to finding answers from nature. All of that was for me to try and find what is really new. I formulate words in my head to fill the void of confusion.
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I think I am not really old, but I am sure there is something in me that pushes me to know what is really new, from inventions to all that. But it all goes down to the point where I realize the only thing that is new is maybe what I don't know. But wait a minute.
When I walk in college, I try to read people—my fellow students—just to understand them more. I can't tell them, let me say, but it adds knowledge to my already complicated findings. It goes down to the point that every one of them copies something from someone; no one is new or original.
Also, they resemble some parts. I can walk into a room and suddenly my eyes spot someone, and upon recall, they resemble this person and all that, even if they are not genetically connected. I think most people know that.
Go watch the river: it will follow the same route to its destination, only joining with other rivers to make one big river. That hits hard in me. Because if the river doesn't have many routes to its destination, only getting support and keeping going... water with the strongest pressure is the most calm water.
Does that make a point? I don't know, but what I am sure of is that inside everything there is nothing new. The river tells us what we need to do, but it can't speak—it lets us figure it out ourselves.
Take a look at roads: one road can take you to a different destination, and different roads can take you to the same destination. Then the head goes blank with hidden sage in everything that you can really think of. The point is, if I take the roads, it will be either I go into a different destination or take different roads which will take me to the same destination, no matter the roughness of each road I choose to take.
The point then comes back to the core topic: what is really new?
When I come to one finding, maybe the only thing that is new is just what you don't know. That is why they say—and I am saying—that we are all guests in this world. I am sure that I am a guest, and a guest will one day leave. I don't know when, but what I am sure about is that I will leave. The new thing is just what you don't know, but someone else knows, and it may not be new to him or her.
None is new, only the unknown. That is what is known, and when it is known, it registers itself to the known.
I am a sailor, that is what I always say, but I don't know where I will dock. Yet, I have the compass. The only point that I fail to get is where I will dock and who we will arrive with at that destination.
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