I find myself questioning more and more as time passes. A constant questioning that begun when I was of the youngest age. It seems to be a process constantly reshaping itself. Here I find the difficulty to even try to bring it into focus. Trying to process the process is an idea non processable! In trying to process this process becomes difficult because of its ever changing self. When such a thing is reshaping itself every thought is subjected to reshape. You must understand the why, what, and how of such a process: process itself. To process this, process is processing itself. In the end there is no real conclusion, for trying to do so you become lost and left where you began.