Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

A high self-esteem having artist works hard to be understood. A low self-esteem having artist works hard to be agreed with.

Reading, seeing, and hearing happen way more often than understanding.

Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.

A truth is not any less truthful, when it is said by someone who did not discover, or does not understand, it.

Some truths, some people will never understand; some, no one will ever understand.

Some attempts to understand something or someone are like trying to figure out how an engine of a car works by dissecting a tyre.

We need not know the how and the why to profit from knowing the that.