When we silently start to believe that our sins are not sins, but reflections of ourselves.
Is it freedom, or delusion?
When we walk through the crowd and foist within our thoughts our impressions of others on to our opinions of them. Impressions that are formed by mere seconds of interaction.
When we see someone, and either lock eyes, or exchange glares, neither of us knowing why.
Is it freedom, or delusion?
When we believe that our thoughts will set in motion ripples that will alter the state of the universe a trillion years from now.
What would you call it?
Disjoint Wisdom 