Questions

My life is mostly a persuit, of things i sometimes dont voluntarilty want. Almost always, a battle against the Gravity time has propped me on to.

Do all of us really comprehend the objective of our existance or do most choose to deliberately ignore the nags of the little Concience, which itself seems to want to abandon its home and leak out from the hollow that grows within us.

Is physicality a parasite of the concience, the Self? Should we be living inside out and has time put the tangible out to shield the immaculate self?

Are the 'self-righteous' ones the courageous or are they cowards. Cowards, who've run away from the tangible, the responsibilities and the realities as the common sees it? Is it righteous to abandon all dependance, detach from the earthly leash and leave the others to mend for themselves? Or does righteousness come from sincerity to the dependants, and dwelling in the physical?

Isnt it ironic that the one who chose to be the former, preaches limpidity and self-righteousness to be synonomous and parallel to the latter?

Questions, are they meant to be answered? Or is it again, a persuit?