UNDERSTANDING, n. A cerebral secretion that enables one having it to know a house from a horse by the roof on the house. Its nature and laws have been exhaustively expounded by Locke, who rode a house, and Kant, who lived in a horse.
His understanding was so keen
That all things which he'd felt, heard, seen,
He could interpret without fail
If he was in or out of jail.
He wrote at Inspiration's call
Deep disquisitions on them all,
Then, pent at last in an asylum,
Performed the service to compile 'em.
So great a writer, all men swore,
They never had not read before.
—Jorrock Wormley
To Whom It May Concern, even though I know full too well no one is concerned with this.
You all understand nothing.
You all call me stupid. You say I am illogical, a brat, and annoying.
You say I have no sense. I don't understand anything, but nothing understands me. I am supposedly a fool who has no knowledge of the real world; its anxieties and its horrors. You would've thought I'd be a bit smarter, a bit more intelligent. I was not what you wished for, nor what you expected. You all know of my style, and yet you do not know what it's like if you've lost one of your teammates.
You all think you're so smart; nothing escapes your knowledge, because, of course, everything just has to come to you.
Well, obviously you don't understand me.
No one understands me. You all think you've gotten me all figured out, but, the truth is, none of you are anywhere close to knowing who I really am.
It's the same for everyone, because no one knows the real you, only you yourself do.
You aren't with me 24 hours in a day. Therefore, you must not understand me.
I am not an understandable person.
So just leave me be.
So weird…
The little poem up there was funny. I thought it was interesting. House, horse, haha. XD