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ecstasy of learning about oneself. I keep pounding at this type
board thinking someday someone will finally realize how
important my thoughts are, how association to me is a treasure that
fortunately may be enjoyed by perusal of my writings. I keep
myself occupied, not a bother to anyone.
The suffering that we endure is a negation of pleasure and
seemingly directed at our weak spots, and should encourage a
correction of those deleterious forces emitted thereby, like a
sculptor chiseling way imperfection, specifica lly the ble mish o f
our personality that delights in causing pain. The impression o f
events and circumstances around the world , are those stored
historical knowledge called the universal consciousness, much o f
which imposes awareness sensitivity consciousness; stimulated
me mory simulates pleasure or pain, causes gut reaction and
thoughtful meditation. Artistic creativity can elicit memories and
actually enco mpass us in the perception, be it past or present
interpreted as a future event. After thorough intern al expansion,
you may apply these valuable tools to repent the evil done to the
global harmony, even only to put some distance between painful
me mories fro m the sport of sadistic vainglory and the future whe n
mankind will respect his place as the Cinderell a of the ecosystem.
As I continue to strip myself of existential propensity, whereb y
I discover nullification fro m personage, so in the end, I'm
portraying a drama where servitude to philosophical notions has
sublimated my loneliness, alike to what I'd say of the Tibeta n
Monks. In their farthest exile, they are kept companion against
loneliness by the achieve ments of their ancestors, whom the y
emulate. As Moshe, I took to sacrificing myself on an altar o f
exile. The homeless Parisian citizens may include an exile into
darkness to wit having lived the life of the strongest, smartest,
richest, and talented of us they comp ort themselves as the heroes
of freedom. This occurrence testifies to a numbing of cultura l
authenticity of the city considered "the harbor" for Europea n
artistic culture. To my dismay, Paris offered nothing of value to
my re-identification with life. Where the experience could have
been worse; the trip from on Air France to San Francisco was
actually devastating.
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