i'm having trouble concentrating on history.

how weird it is, that we need to be attached to something, that we need to have a weakness for something.

"one always learns one's mystery at the price of one's innocence."
-robertson davies.

all too right, and painful too. it definitely is an eye-opener, to start seeing the people of this world, the ways of this world, as something similar to what they really are, but how heartbreaking, as illusions created in the mind, beliefs held on to, are slowly ripped apart.