Nexistentielle Krise / Nexistential Crisis / Crisis Nexistencial 1

Apheida: Ich zweifle an der Philosophie.
Ruphus: Wie?

Apheida: Auch sie kann nicht DIE Antwort, DIE Wahrheit sein. Gibt es das überhaupt, eine Wahrheit?

Ruphus: Die Philosophie ist nicht die Antwort auf eine Frage, sondern die Erforschung von mehreren Antworten auf die gleiche Frage.

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Apheida: I have my doubts about philosophy.
Ruphus: Why?
Apheida: Because neither can it be THE answer, THE truth. Does that even exist, one truth?

Ruphus: Philosophy is not the answer to a question, but the exploration of several answers to the same question.

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Afeida: Dudo de la filosofía.

Rufo: ¿Porqué?

Afeida: Porque tampoco ella no puede tener LA respuesta, LA verdad. ¿Acaso existe una verdad?

Rufo: La filosofía no trata la respuesta a una pregunta, más bien trata la exploración de varias respuestas a la misma pregunta.

Roller Coaster

I ride
Her roller coaster
Because I love her
It scares me
It envigorates and excites
Me
I ride
Her roller coaster
Because it's her
And I love it
And I love her
I never get used to it
Never want to
I'll pay again
To ride it
For riding it
I love it
I love her
Roller coaster
Ride

A.G.S.

My Secret

It's my secret. 

That I love her, she knows.

My secret: Just how much.

My eternal hidden treasure.

Must never be unearthed

Lest She, I and all inhabitants

Of this place be obliterated 

By its all encompassing enormity.

I must carry my secret.

All the while speaking softly

Daily

I Love You

She knows

But she cannot ever know

How very very

Much

It's indeed a time release

Meant to be enjoyed

In measured doses

For all eternity.

A.G.S.

The River

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.

His wisdom

"I think sometimes we struggle or have conflicts because we love. We want to be loved in return. Just simply the same way that we do. And when we don't feel loved as we love, we get confused in our hearts. Never forget who you are. Let your love flow out of you just as it does. What comes back is it's own and came from outside of you and as such, you cannot be responsible for it except in how you allow it to touch you."

A.G.S.

An old man once wrote ...

I'm an old man now. 89 years old and dying. I'm as tired as I've ever, ever been and I am reflecting. On my life. At this moment, I am reflecting on this moment in my timeline. I remember how it was hard and smile at the thought that one of the main thoughts in my mind at the time was how it felt like time was moving so slowly. In the grand scheme of my many days, this time frame is small. Since then I have lived and long before then I lived and it is but a chapter. A blip. As or more important than the others. I missed you so, but as a result I have had a happy life. I've been married twice to the same wonderful woman. I've watched my beautiful children grow into beautiful people and laughed and cried and watched people live and seen people die. I've been alive and I worked hard and played hard and loved hard and easy. I am a happy kind of tired. It's coming to an end just as so many thousands of days in my life and I feel like I've earned my rest and I seek that place I've been dreaming of all day long. I have reached the moment of the day which I cherish the very most as I crawl into bed again with you. I drift off to sleep at home.

A.G.S.