Four Skinny Trees They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them.
I used to want to be understood, but I guess a person must try to live without being understood. Maybe it’s a sin to want to be understood.
Wouldn't we all do better not trying to understand, accepting the fact that no human being will ever understand another, not a wife a husband, a lover a mistress, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that's why men have invented God-a being capable of understanding.