Perhaps, the most difficult thing to grasp, in our life,
is why we have to understand everything.. or anything at
all.. but then when we don't, hatred for our inaction is
as powerful as the pressure to not need to understand.

But then difficulty in wondering what it is, in essence,
can boggle our minds, or rather, confuses the hell outta
mine.

Believeing in one understanding created by humans and not
another seems foolish, but it's not our job to believe we
have the right to judge them.

In the family, conflicts can start because of the glitches
in our minds, which will always be there, for understanding
anything, or everything, is beyond our capabilities.
The Family unit is an example of that.

The baser animal need to procreate can greatly overshadow
any understanding of pleasure gained in intercourse, and
it's silly, the 'instinctional' understanding that humans
have of sex doesn't explain or help one understand anything
that sex truly is.

The leaving and departing of lives, or just the presence of
one, creates an effect that, still, is not understandable.
It's crazy to try to process the loss into words, or even
process it into understandable thought.

Love, one of the least understood and understandable of the
human complexities, is probably the simplest of them it. It
is random, and yet very planned, fickle, but reliable, if
only for those fleeting seconds.

The studies of the knowledge humans have acquired over their
existence is impressive, but formed on beliefs of
understanding, and I, if only I, believe that is it's major
flaw, as believing is my flaw.

Developement is a time considered of less understanding,
maturing unstably, as the mind developes it's 'adult' state
of mind, and all develop at different times. Understanding
why we develope is simple, if one could understand at all.

Why some humans play 'coy' in sexual situations is the same
reason why others are subtle, to over come a fear of the lack
of understanding the liason, to help calm the instincts which
are driven to the needs of producing offspring of a race.
Even attempting to understand the animalistic instincts of
procreation is filled with assumptions of unknowns.

Understanding death isn't one of the topics people have brushed
aside over human's history. Entire cultures are based, now, on
the beginning of trying to understand death. But still, noone
has answers, noone understands, and noone will, ever, or for an
eternity.

Altered states of being help the pressure of needing to understand
lessen, and in turn, most altered states open a gate to understanding,
if only things least needy of out pressure to understand anything.

Understanding past philosophies, to me, is one of the worst
ways to tackle understanding humans, ourselves. Studying what
geniuses have said will bring me no closer to an epiphany than
sitting on a bench in a park, alone in my thoughts.

The loss of understanding is what brings me to do something,
and something must be done, if only to be expressed in typings
and rapidly passing thoughts. Some say love is fickle, some
say love is blind. Love is both, and then, love is gone, lost.

And yet, understanding us in a whole is the reason why one might
guess we are here, but in that believing we have a purpose, we
are once again underminded. The bond of a sisterhood is a powerful
thing, never understood, just accepted, and that is how it has
always been, and is.

The subconscious is seen as a thing we must understand, for it
understands more, or so we beleive.
That belief, again, is our downfall.
 
Understand, to understand, to want, need, or have to, understand,
to think you do, to believe, to make yourself understand. That 
is how we understand. But we don't.

The instincts of understanding the bond between mother and child
is simple, but the actual understanding is not possible, we just
think we do it, as we've expressed it in poetry, and words.

We believe, and in believeing, we have our flaw.

The solitude of one and their thoughts is understood by not
understanding, for in not understanding, we are alone.
And so, we understand.

Loving the curiosity and adrenaline of youthful fancies is
reveling in the lack of understanding it, and true love of
life springs from it. In believing this, we have our flaw.

Lost understanding is lost and forever gone, and no retrieval
is possible, for in attempting to understand, we struggle forth,
and lost things never circle back to us, never. If we believe
this, we have found our flaw.

The only thing that makes this world bearable is love of eachother,
or the attempt of it. Bonds we have between eachother are the only
gifts we've been given, and the only gifts we will ever have in this
world.

Trying to understand, that these gifts are more precious than
life, seems possible, but then, when friendships are torn apart,
lovers split, people rise against people, we have killed the
chance that, maybe, we had understood, finally, what we have been
given.

The way life recreates itself in perpetual synchronity, of
beginning, living, starting, dying, ending, is never ceasing.
There are those who understand everything, and know belief
from fact, and those are the ones that have began their
recreation, lived in the presence of love, started a new life,
died from the old love, and ended their recreation, and have
long since passed from this earth, no body for no soul to
do nothing.

As one could say, the epiphany of our lives is at our deaths.
And so, no one understands, could dream of understanding,
could hold a belief of truth to their heart, to know any truths,
but the dead, and the dead.