I carry my notebook wherever I go,
for language won't stop its flow.
It keeps me away from sleep
and hunger and thirst,
away from company.
Even in my dreams
it writes and thrives.
And I am awake because of it.
When I let langauge be the master
it takes a hold of me
and I become
but a vessel for its incessant flow.
When I let language be the master,
I don't know
how to make it stop...
And why would I?
Its irresistable beauty,
the wisdom of its loving, honest touch
keep my fingers on the writing feather clutched.
I don't care about the smudges of ink
spritzing all over
as the pen bounces around
as if with a volonté of its own.
I don't want to think,
I just want to write
and let language be the master.
Philosophy is the Art of Perception on the nexus of existence where phenomena inter-are. We are blessed. The sacrifices of our forebears are not in vain. We are growing and learning 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 because art doesn't make itself. Nexistentialism is performative philosophy.
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