Ich träumte ich sei ein Huhn
auf einem alten Hof
wo ich ein erfülltes Leben gehabt,
viele Eier gelegt
und viel gegackert.
Eines Tages
kam mein Tod.
Mir wurd' der Kopf abgehackt.
Ich rannte kopflos umher.
So bin ich erwacht.
Das war einer
vieler Tode mehr.
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 on a quotidian world stage.
Montag, 16. September 2013
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