So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him.Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling...Seeing that!
If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid...
I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help.
If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever.
If I asked you about yourself, you'd probably array all the words about what you like, what you don't, what you've been into, but how often you've been touched into you? How often you had clash with yourlself truly without any hesitation?
What you've been is almost never what you are truly in your sense. You're the one that should really experience yourself. No one will tell you what you really think except yourself. So tell me what you've been thinking?!
What you've been experiencing?
