Philosophy is the Art of Perception on the nexus of existence where phenomena inter-are. We are blessed, you know. The sacrifices our mothers and forebears have made are not in vain. We are growing and learning to embrace the opportunities we have today thanks to their tenacious efforts and shared wisdom. And most importantly, thanks to the love despite it all! Nexistentialism embraces human nature because art doesn't make itself.
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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Physical Scholarship* and Sleepy Glutes
Life’s circumstances provided two unexpected opportunities this week, which furthered my physical-philosophical study in significant ways. A...
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Catharsis is an asymmetrical existential balancing act. It appears to be intimately linked with the act of art. Are catharsis and art insepa...
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Thou shalt eat death, and thou shalt shit death. To live. And death will feed the seed that nurtures you. Because death is life. And life i...