Idiosyncratic Philosophy Leading to Infinity

Why meet we in the bridge of time To exchange greetings and part? -Richard Burtton- Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Beauty is its own excuse for being -Ralph Waldo Emerson "The Rhodora"-

Sunday, September 24, 2017

On leaving and being left behind

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Again I write of the saddest lines Those that tell of departures and absences It is curious how the social man Both craves and dreads lea...

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Friday, August 17, 2012

Parting Ways

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The End. Finn. These things don't exist in the naive world. Then again, even this blog is going to end. Several other things are ending...

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I feel like an amnesiac desperate to snatch what's left of his memories

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Friday, November 18, 2011

Sinner's Repentance

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To the dying heart, oh kindle that flame Fan thy embers and save thy soul The darkness has bound you in chains of steel And steel of world...

Monday, September 5, 2011

And I actually express myself, but it has to be remote and abstract I hate myself

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Foolish Words

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Tonight I write the saddest lines As reality sets in The darkened sky finally envelopes An illusion sun of despair With a broken heart tha...

Monday, May 2, 2011

Warnings of Disdain

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I cease to ask the world. I cease to exist. I live under the pretence of a person. I speak languages. I think abstraction. I feel. Yet the...

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