Death is a hunter for some. For others, it's just another humiliation in this life, preventing them from being something worthwhile, shortening lifes time even further. But death is the moment when love manifests itself most. Love in the most clichéd form of purity, but love in the general sense, because as I said, I don't understand much about love (and for me, it's not a very important thing... but that's a topic for another day, hehe), a love that involves friendships, brotherhood, the simple yet grandiose solo presence, and even romantic and familial love. In the moment of loss , you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. In the moment of loss, you realize how much you loved the presence of that departed being. How artistic they were with their way of speaking, bringing harmony to your family or just to you, moving, etc. And then, you begin to carry that being's life with you, immortalizing their existence. Life and death are th...
It's pretty hard to think about reality without losing the line, without missing the point, or reaching a point that still lacks a definitive answer. Reality is an art, a mystery you carry, and then you grace it with what you "reach" and not with what you don't understand or can't even "know." Otherwise, you'll end up in some level of insignificance or simply lost, left with a certain fear you can't even explain.
Life is an ephemeral and infinite sphinx. A cannibalistic art that devours its own flesh to create its own universe, and here is a possible demonstration that you are still part of this great art and not a butler of some god or condemned to this screwed-up yet bizarrely beautiful and mysterious reality. This sphinx will sometimes ask you if you are real or if life is the only "right" thing, while you are the poison that runs through your blood. Everyone firmly believes there is reality, but what is reality for an existence in itself that no longer has meaning? Why seek the meaning of infinity if you can't even live with yourself in this world?
To grasp the meaning of the universe and how it was created, and why you're here, you need, for example, to understand art. There are many types of art, like mine:Dark art (people are still debating whether it's an artistic movement or not, but that's a topic for another day). So, you understand the styles of each artist in this movement, the techniques, and what they use to construct their works. Then you need to know many things and intricate, infinitely tiresome details, but you'll never reach the end, because there's always something new to be discovered, some new technique, because anything can be art (if you know what you're doing). You can't impose a limitation or seek the meaning of infinity with just one logical path, but you can set a limit so as not to succumb to the sphinx's questions that don't need to be answered right away, at least. What you really need to answer and always reflect on is the question "What would be best for you?" in your universe. In your reality. Life is ephemeral and bizarre in its senses and a paradox in its responses but infinite in the art of adapting to its hosts.
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