Is the thought that sticks to art the one that bears transcendence? Maybe "I" don't want to be transcendent. Maybe only humanity is capable thereof. What's in a name anyway, right!? *laugh* And yet, in my daily carnival of notions, I find myself at the center of a mad universe in chaotic convulsions within an apparently never ending stream of being. You see, the world looks different from the deserts outside the carny walls. The sky seems suddenly still while the revolutions beneath my feet remain undeniable.
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.
Dienstag, 6. November 2012
Beyond the Carnival
I think about so many things everyday. Doesn't everybody?
Some things are like a carrousel: cyclical, silly and intranscendent. Even if I
sit on the majestic white unicorn, it'll never get me anywhere. Other thoughts feel
profound to me and I think "I need to write this down, make it
stick." I rarely do. When I finally meet with the written word, past
contemplations seem to have evaporated away. Memory is a feebleminded fellow in
my vessel.
Is the thought that sticks to art the one that bears transcendence? Maybe "I" don't want to be transcendent. Maybe only humanity is capable thereof. What's in a name anyway, right!? *laugh* And yet, in my daily carnival of notions, I find myself at the center of a mad universe in chaotic convulsions within an apparently never ending stream of being. You see, the world looks different from the deserts outside the carny walls. The sky seems suddenly still while the revolutions beneath my feet remain undeniable.
Is the thought that sticks to art the one that bears transcendence? Maybe "I" don't want to be transcendent. Maybe only humanity is capable thereof. What's in a name anyway, right!? *laugh* And yet, in my daily carnival of notions, I find myself at the center of a mad universe in chaotic convulsions within an apparently never ending stream of being. You see, the world looks different from the deserts outside the carny walls. The sky seems suddenly still while the revolutions beneath my feet remain undeniable.
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