#wowbigwords

Vestigial knowledge gazes upon me in phantasmal glory. Unknown bounds of proven theories and deceptive lies. I lust for infinite wisdom, bewitched by the magnificent powers it holds. An endless stream of flowing history, caring not for time or trouble but simply moving on. It is unknown why beings such as us struggle to evolve into a newer age, rather than staying put where we are. Despite wanting to delve deeper into history,we despise change. Fiction is what feeds as fuel for the rusty cogs we call brains, transforming words of illusory technology into solid reality. Potential is something we have in all of us, yet only a few are able to crack the shell that is contained within.