In a time of uncalculated confusion and conflict,
I walked.
Not seeking.
Just walked.
My journey brought me to the river.
The ever changing, adapting river.
Nothing is calculated here.
Never is there confusion, but always there is conflict.
It seems the river found me.
I watched it again and the beauty that finds its way to its shores,
that flies above it and that lives within it.
My confusion was not remedied and my conflict not resolved.
It simply melted away with the sound of the river.
The beauty of life is
that there is always something to wonder about in spite of it all.
I've missed the river.
A.G.S.
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.
Samstag, 29. Oktober 2016
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