So I been thinking as of late. Pondering the questions once posed. What is that he needs?

But as he pondered, he began to thaw out. Re-discovering the things he once knew, but in a different light. It felt good. The problem? He moves to slow. I mean, maybe its not even that.. maybe he just started too late. After all, can an object who started late ever hope to catch up to another object who is traveling ahead at the same pace? Whatever.

When you start to look at people in a new light, suddenly they loose their light. That essence that once permeated from them becomes very human. For instance, Parents. They are not higher than the child. Police, same shit. Presidents, soldiers, priest, shamans, preachers, doctors, activists, actors, super stars, scientists, lovers, all the same. It all boils down to one thing; that they are human. Human, human, human. So why all the reverence for these people? Why give them all  your trust or unconditional love? Love isn't blind. That's stupid. Love is consciousness, engagement, confrontation, and eventually respect. Love is something that has to be re-examined in our modern day society, because it is quite clear that we have no fucking clue what it is. Chemicals? That's part of it, but there's more to it. After all, can a druggie be in love with his drugs? No, thats attachment, reliance, dependancy, obsession... not love.

As for blind trust in our "professionals"? (doctors, judges, police, politicians, soldiers clergy, etc) Well, so what? they're still people. They are very much capable of committing just as many mistakes as you or I. They do not require your blind devotion/trust. This whole obsession with being "nice" or not being "rude" has got to stop. These people are often made to feel privileged and above the rest of us because of this. They are not above you, and deep inside they know this too. However, we ourselves help convince them otherwise by our refusal to engage in reality.

Fuck. I completely went off. Well I guess it had a connection but still.. the point here is reality, truth, life. Whatever. This is what the answer to the aforementioned question, "what is it that he needs?". He needs it because he once had it and now feels deprived.. no, robbed of it.

The new question then remains...

If he has what he seeks, then why does it feel incomplete? Why does it.. elude him?