...maybe there is nothing to realize.. I'll never know, with certainty, if I always know when I'm wrong. Perhaps I dont know myself that well.. I've found it.. understood it.. come to terms with it (I think).. but it is still there. Is it that difficult to think you may be wrong about yourself? How easy is it to be fooled by the other self...... how easy it is indeed. Is there even an objective reality that anyone can hold on to.. or are we each other's reality? How rational is it for the rational to rely on rationality? ..Especially, when irrationality runs rampant from one mind to another burrowing in our hearts, minds, wants and needs.. or am I the only one that thinks that? Only one irrational link is needed to convolute any logic that held the chain together. Maybe i'm completely unrealistic about everything, would I ever know? There are too many maybes.. mixing in with ifs and buts.. all swirling together on a well-greased abacus of assumption. Abstractions can equal one another.. evens can equal odds.. by the same rule evens may not equate. What does this all add up to? Does it really matter? I'm beginning to think it can be broken down into one absolute need. Just one ....to make everything one.