I'm a walking, talking enigma. We're a dying breed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm a walking, talking enigma.
I'm an enigma, an unknown. You can't really figure out what I'm going to do next. I like it like that.
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
I may not be walking with you all the way, or even much of the way, as I walk with you now.
People think I have an interesting walk. Hell, I'm just trying to hold my gut in.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
As much horror as we have always created, we are a species that keeps moving forward, seeing new sights in new ways, and enjoying the journey.
I have never thought of my life as being an enigma.