non-sense

I can learn to sink rather than swim, detach myself from physical inanities and utter disregard of senses. I can learn to unlearn to drown the pictures of horror hounding, repeating before me the shadows of dreary uncertainties. I can learn to seize the bleeding with clots on my brain to provide what the physical body cannot, to feel what the brain has to shout, to finally see what the eyes should conceive.

But I refuse to, because to numb reasons is a bliss and to you my brothers and sisters I ask that I be judged not by what the eyes falsely see and what the mind would like to believe, but on the truth only the conscience has the right to claim.