i can't say that i have ever understood people as a whole. 

why conversations seem to be simple exchanges of opinions without reflection or feedback.

why opinions seem to be something a parent said in the 1980s and never revisited. 

why truth seems as absolute as opinions, neither to ever be changed. 

i can't say that i understand grace, or nostalgia, or hope, or honesty. 

i am not sure why so many people need a mirror, not reality, facing them in order to not feel alone.

it would never occur to me to use chatgpt or an ai personality in any kind of questioning.

i am not sure why so many people have so many questions that are easily input into a computer model. 

i don't know why people question each other's opinions but not the systems we exist inside of together.

i suppose i have seen the bleeding edges of the answer to why so few people change. 

i have witnessed the dependence of an ego, an identity, on a story, even a story that does not make sense.

i cannot say i understand it, i cannot imagine what it would be like in that person's shoes. 

i do not know why so many people reflect me back to me in a way that is untouchable, intimidating, aloof.

i am not sure why i have been set apart by so many; it is not a location of my choosing.