Nexistentialism is Philosophy for Fun, an Art of Perception on the Nexus of X-is-tence where Phenomena Inter-are. Our forebearers' sacrifices are not in vain as we learn to embrace the opportunities we have today. Thanks to their tenacious efforts and shared wisdom! Most importantly, thanks to the Love despite it all! Nexistentialism embraces human nature to bear Witness to Art. Nexistentialism captures the performativity of a planetary stage where souls seek to savor life.
Montag, 9. November 2009
Love 2003
I love him so deeply... passionately, madly, eternally, fully, painfully, all-incompassingly. He sauf his problems is family... love in its rawest, purest, most primal and most evolved form. Complex and diverse, a versatility of emotions culminating into one big bang of cosmic tension exploding into countless particles to form galaxies, solar systems, milky ways, supernovas, planets, suns, stars and even black holes. Always moving and revolving with the mysteries of gravitational force so obscurely powerful that no perfected reason is able to conceive of it but only the faithful heart can embrace. I float in an endless universe of emotions and memories and thoughts...all surrounding them and their significance in my feeble existance, in my finite life. I want them to know. I want them to understand. To read these meaningless pages. The way I would describe what I feel through a verbal, literary filter of reason... while I know ...in the heart, where it is so powerful it surfaces as pain and teary, heavy eyes, where it fogs up my windows to the soul with a mist so humid, so fluid... where I feel. Where the power is too much to bear, where insanity has its birthplace.
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