I may fail in my ability to write a perfect essay. I may fail in my ability to find the totality of all necessary evidence for a given subject. But I surely will never fail in my ability to find original theories or conceptualize questions worth asking. If I can make that my bedrock, and writing and research come with time, there are no limits and no answers that cannot be found.
For what good is it if someone can write perfectly, research perfectly, but not conceptualize questions actually worth asking? More so, what fun is it?
Truth has no limit.
History has no limit.
Lies have no limit.
The limits are artificially placed by those who do not want us to look closer.
When we add another layer to our magnifying glass,
When we sharpen our scalpels,
All those things you thought forgotten will one day come back into the light…
No one lights a candle and puts it in a place that is hidden, such as under a bowl.
They put it on a stand, so that those who come in may see the light as well.
It’s about to get very bright.