Allowing one’s self to be obliterated by the sheer power of contingency which I call knowledge derived from practical garbage; if you recall, the reason for behaving in a vulgar manner assumes certain innocence which is pure in a priori sense.
In the dark, you can see yourself through the mirror when the smoke arises from the pit of yellow shadow. How marvellous it is to be a witness of such a doom of oneself. Staring at a wall makes you a mad person while the mirror hands a way to escape such a label.
Mind you, suffering becomes totally irreconcilable with faith through the eyes of angels the attempt of which is condoned by the witches of the past. Be gone devil! Do not tempt the creator of your desires. Be grateful for your sins and transgressions. Amen! Amen! Said the devil to whom he is grateful and thus achieved authenticity.
Gratefulness begets complacency which is in a way enforced by suffering. Gazing at the poor and feeling sorry of them is a result of power that institutes itself in the form of mercy and graciousness. Detest and contempt is the only hope to disregard the openness of that truth which is the essence of the one; rebel against everything that you hold dear and follow thy righteous path onto the void. Find yourself from the now-and-then where you left it, pour some coffee over it so you might see it clearly.
The non-mattering of everything makes something to matter the most. Commitment comes from recognizing the utmost negativity that constitutes the committing itself of the commitment. Truth be told, such non-sense is not non-sensical in a sense that gives no sense. But far more profound in its potential to be nonsense.
Moments of sudden irruption filling the body with shame and humiliation prevails over the sophisticated arrangement of words served in the most prestigious silver platter. In a world where simplicity and clearness is the manifestation of what is, it falls upon me to de-mystify the mystification by mystifying what is mystified, ergo I am.
I fell dirty and guilty in the hall of my brain where I am judged, while all are gathered to witness the boy’s utter annihilation with hatred and incessant pain that know no sense of humour.