Weary I've grown weary of this tireless questioningof judgment, of presumption, of inquiryI've grown tired of searchingtired of seekingtired of never findingwhat it is I chaseI've grown cynical of this journeyof thoughts, of views, of ideologyI've grown apatheticsubscribed to a life of endless pursuitthese words, these books, all these institutionsclaim to be means to that which I seekyet I've read nothingheard nothingfelt nothing even close to truthnever have I encountered realityfor it is smothered in deceitthese words drip with lieseven as I speakI've grown tired of resentmentof blame, of hate, of right and wrongI've grown tired of reconciliationtired of patchworktired of bridging inconsistent informationhad truth ever existedshe died long agoand left us with a vaccumof which we'll never know November 2007