I prefer brightness, as I am dark.

 

I prefer listening.

I prefer movies.

 

I prefer sleep.

I prefer trees since they are composed and I am not.

I prefer forests.

 

I prefer intellect.

I prefer books.

I prefer colour blue.

I prefer keeping a notebook and pen on hand, just in case.

 

I prefer reason.

And that it is superior to emotion.

I prefer love.

I prefer religionists, who promise nothing

to atheists who sow hatred and discord.

 

I prefer solitude.

I prefer messaging to calling.

I prefer face-to-face conversation.

I prefer doves.

I prefer ducks.

I prefer cats.

 

I prefer writing.

I prefer philosophy.

I prefer essays.

I prefer poems.

I prefer the absurdity of writing essays.

I prefer the stupidity of writing poems

to the stupidity of not writing poems.

 

I prefer learning.

I prefer teaching.

I prefer open minds.

I prefer generalists to specialists

who have closed up their minds.

I prefer walking.

I prefer many things that are unmentionable here

to many things that I have left unmentioned.

 

I prefer Bertrand.

I prefer Kierkegaard.

I prefer Ayn Rand.

I prefer knowledge.

I prefer faith.

I prefer sunrise.

I prefer calmness.

I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility

that love has its own reason for existing.