The wonder of the tiny human intellect

To speak of high and grand things makes one seem wise, and possibly even proves it. But without the small and dramatic perception humans are granted we would not have the schemata for art to exist. We are a childish delivery of consciousness and in that we beget some strange persuasion of luck to experience love as we do. An obvious subjectivity and promiscuous arrangement of paradigms to faith of functions is n way to manifest universal truths or vast fitting aphorisms. Ain’t it fun though? I do believe absurd is the word Camus would be looking for here and I’ll dig it while I’ve got it.