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I find many people live life through functions that are birthed within everyday life. They shape themselves as a proponents of many means…some valiant, but most trivial. Thus life is full of ends for them..success…fortune…love…a quest for overall aggrandizement…the list is never conclusive. But I want to know what its like to become your own end…to encounter self.
encounter of a life, L’Amour Fou
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purple night skies illuminated by man-made starlight…mood feels so right…
(by ASKASIN)
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“ So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”
