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absent meaning, absent pain |
| Often, there is an insistance on a "reason"- a random association to ease emptiness, imagined pink and periwinkle horizons on which to fixate longing gazes. Yet it is possible to live the patterns of dream and waking in absence of an enslaved "why". Void can be comforting. Transient meaning allows for ample satisfaction, prevents the ache of standards and misplaced hope. No point exists in anthropomorphizing eternity. It holds no intentions. Fleeing for a zen-drenched garden is for fools. There can be no epic travels when nowhere is the destination. Peace comes with the absinthe simplicity of knowing that nothing and forever are aligned. |