Conocer
There is a certain point.
On the tip of a blade.
On the edge of reason.
Where everything snaps.
Or shatters,
Or splinters.
And the things we think we know are certain and never changing throw us for a loop. They confuse and toy with us. And leave us to believe that nothing is as we think it is. That everything and everyone is not to be trusted. It leave us weak, constantly fearing that one day the cement which we rely so heavily on will disintegrate beneath us and we will fall through the center of the earth, onto a whole new world of uncertainty.
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