Solitary questions of the ego

My solitary nature is colliding with reality in certain ways.

I feel that I am surrounded by people whose projections of reality are muddled and confused.

I feel my own philosophies cheapened by the rhetoric of solipsists who have devoted mere fractions of the amount of time I have to thinking, to observing, to exploring, to the dedication of wisdom.

The perspectivists are finally revealing themselves to me as what they are: weak.

They cannot bother to chisel away their models of reality, they cannot align their imagination with the cosmic, organic nature of our existence, enough to search for truths that apply outside of their own heads. They are frightened of the challenge, they cannot stare deep into the void. They do not want to lose control, but also do not realize that control comes at a price. They maintain a superficial control over their own minds, but allow the fundamental nature of their thoughts to swim with the current of the socio-political norm.