Occam's Razor

It's not always fun being able to determine what's about to happen. To sense when a project will fall through. To choose not to read the writing on the wall. To convince yourself that you did not interpret the body language a certain way.

Sometimes, it's better for the soul to try to come up with explanations for events that are far less realistic than the simple truth. A truth you don't want to face. Ironically, a truth we can't handle. Sometimes it's better to hide behind our imaginations and let the world exist in a million shades of grey. When, of course, most of the time it is only black and white.

But, in the end, Occam was right. The simplest explanation is almost always the correct one.

We have been blessed with intelligence. With the ability to reason. With the hunger for knowledge. But, alas, it's also a curse. One that feeds on emotion. On inspiration. On dreams.

Sometimes, I just hate knowing what's about to happen before it actually does.

Goodnight, my friend. May your days always be long, and your nights be warm.

-Jos

"I felt it shelter to speak to you." ~Emily Dickinson