Trapped and Lucid

I wonder how philosophers come to realize that when they think too much, they never satisfy their inner selves. Instead, they exist to help human complexities be interpreted with continuous thinking. There, they lose their strong will and create their own standards of happiness. In short, in finding for wisdom, there is no happiness.



Humans are never satisfied. Can you call logical dirty talk intelligent? Sorry, but it doesn't look smartass to me.