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erased. –
i woke up the other day and had forgotten everything. […] moment turned to lifetime, lifetime to eon, eon to eternity.
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eyelids as a respite. –
‘Hahaha!’ they bellow, ‘Hahaha! He doesn’t realize, my friends. He doesn’t see it! He doesn’t see us screaming and laughing and crying from the real world! O, dear Oedipus, how long must it take for you to see clearly?’
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epistemology of the herd. –
After some silence I asked her, Where are they going? Like really, Why are they running; What’s the rush?; What in the world are they running to?… I don’t know, she said… I don’t know. Exactly, I said.
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everyone; one lesson from the eternal garden of knowledge. –
[…]swallowed up in a fast current. The river is endless. There is no estuary. But wake up! You will realize our minds are the creator of this current; we are dreaming. Become lucid, rid yourself from it, and choose. Choose you[…].
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elevating. –
I’d like to climb a mountain. […] Valleys within valleys, the whole landscape would look like the ripples on a cosmic shore.
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every poet has failed. –
For that is the core of the matter at hand. The Poet’s job, and art moreover, is to transcend the unshakable reality that we cannot escape our own subjectivity.
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existential satisfaction; the chase. –
Bless our ancestors who must be balling their eyes out at what we have done to this gift they passed on, if they haven’t already stood up and left the dinner table.
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escaping eternity; a meditation on the Dream State. –
Oh, how close I was to giving in! How many times I scared myself when I remembered that I had to be somewhere! Somewhere deep in this reality, longing to return! How I wished I could see my mother again, and laugh because of something I once knew to be real, and cry within the…
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emergent prelude to Tankaic Wisdom. –
There would be no sunrise. The sun was bleeding out; a river of wine forming.