lostness

(On the seeming futility of metaphysics) Why then has nature afflicted our reason with the restless striving for such a path, as if it were one of reason's most important occupations? Still more, how little cause have we to place trust in our reason if in one of the most important parts of our desire for knowledge it does not merely forsake us but even entices us with delusions and in the end betrays us! Or if the path has merely eluded us so far, what indications may we use that might lead us to hope that in renewed attempts we will be luckier than those who have gone before us?

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now _ girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

Imagination envisions what could be. Reality states what is. And when my journey is shaped by one of these at the exclusion of the other, I will eventually wake up on some road facing the __eality_ that I__ far more lost than I could have __magined_.

Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost.

Not every lost soul wants to be found, because not every lost is lost, some of them found something or many thing or even everything in their lostness!