I close my eyes and yet I see nothing.

Where others feel the warmth of passion, I'm embraced with the coldness of ​thought.

Where others seek God. I seek a solution. I process information.

I do not dispute. My enlightenment comes from knowledge.

If there is no logic then it does not exist. Humanity acts as cattle, yet, I find ​myself questioning whether or not I am the one who is truly inferior.

I find myself going to the cinema. I sit next to them. I silently observe.

A woman on the screen cries due to a recent death of a child. I hear someone ​whisper "how heartbreaking". Yet, the heart isn't breaking. The brain is releasing ​oxytocin and prolactin causing the heart rate to lower.

I don't understand it. Where is the thrill in being misinformed?

Don't. They. See?