Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Compulsive Ink's Hand


As the day ends, you reflect deeply on how it went and realize that you lead a compulsive existence, when you do not know what is existence. It was wasted and you were dead.

High happiness is to be sought after by creation, maybe poverty of ideas will begin with an idea to eradicate poverty of ideas in the most unlikeliest of times and places.

Denial of the day should be done in the night, in dreams, they then automatically manifest as denial of the night too.

Engage yourself in acts involving works which hurt you, be it art, science or business: death respects you before you begin to understand it.

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