What if...

that natural human thirst for knowledge is what fuels you, and your mind absorbs and accumulates a myriad of information about a variety of subjects, none of which pertain to each other nor serve a purpose in your existence? What if that natural human thirst for knowledge doesn't exist in you, and your mind filters and discards any information accumulated over time which does not pertain to your existence? What if you end out your days sitting alone in a dark room and you realize that it didn't matter ... at all.

What if that one thing that makes you want to reach out and hold on, wasn't meant for you?

One of those kinds of times, not quite like this... maybe a touch of that...