Tinted Echoes

And why would I?  - I don’t even know if I exist, let alone you or us. I  mean — I cannot. I am unable to. For how can I care  for something I cannot prove to be real? The care I say here is not the care we speak of in general. Human beings , as social creatures with emotions , do care about a lot of things—and of course, about a lot of people around them.  But this care is not me being coaxed by emotion to bind you, justify you, judge you , or your actions and choices in life . Me not caring about you means that I know nothing about the world we exist in, and I know nothing of whether what I’m doing—or what you’re doing—is right or wrong . - I don’t even know if such a parameter as ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ truly exists. Perhaps right and wrong are mere echoes of a mind seeking orders in an unordered realm . When I say I don’t care about you,  it’s simply an expression of isolation —because we, as humans or as any being in this realm, exist in separateness....