21 de fevereiro de 2017

I - To no avail

It was at really early age that I first felt myself, as a human being, to be an awry exemplary within the observable pool. A resilient thought that grew pervasive and later on was encapsulated in a word I yet haven't grasped the real meaning. Terminology is an admirable conceit and pathology naming might be the wittiest of the creative ordeals. I imagine scientists find themselves deprived from sleep before coming up with the most pertinent word to the phenomena they dedicate their lives trying to elucidate. Nothing that should risk having history categorising them as egocentric or narcissistics, like having a syndrome named after oneself, but rather a word that allows their work to stand out. Simple enough, but no less deserving of appraisal. I, like many others, find myself linked to the concept stolen from the topographical description of being below what's around you.
(to be continued)




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