Dear friend,
I have one plea: talk to me and don't stop until the tears have subsided. Tell me that life is a strange thing, that the greatest strength lies in truth, that everything lasts, but for three days, that life is wondrous, that I can never secure or guarantee anything under any circumstance, that that which is often is not, that real rationality lies in the spontaneous dependence on irrationality, that to kiss the devil is like to embrace the sun, that the meaning of life lies in the unknown and unpredictable, that you always win no matter what you do because if not, you only regret what you did, or conversely, that which you did not do while in the end, you always do everything for naught: this is not nihilism, but love: love for the planet, for yourself, for life which is never what it is, for the people that make you happy because they understand your folly, for self-sacrifice and self-abnegation which leads to new thoughts and old suffering, that we interpret everything from the perspective of contrast wherein lies the beauty of it all. Is there any greater freedom than knowing that there is no strength and weakness, no love and hatred, no happiness and sorrow, but only action and reaction: every moment of our poor existence manifests itself in the incessant perception of truth which is always in the middle...
Talk to me, my friend, I am listening, and the tears no longer flow like a mountain brook, but fall gently like the spring rain over holy land. Tell me that this is why life is great and this is why we are great (and cats greater) - let us relish in its poisonous holiness, take a deep breath and a sip of wine when we face giants with elephant hearts that fling at us duck snots...
Thank you and good luck! Know that what remains is the future which begins with every moment and never ends (even in the coffin). Let us greet the future for the first time with arms wide open and admire its glamour. And when we meet again, we will drink buffalo blood and cry for the past which earmarked our fate to be free, independent, unforgettable and to never, under no circumstance, surrender in foreign hands, but only in our own and only when has come the time of eternal oblivion and unprecedented humanness - we as people are only drops of water in a massive whirlpool, and these drops are what bestow upon it exceptional warmth.
I have one plea: talk to me and don't stop until the tears have subsided. Tell me that life is a strange thing, that the greatest strength lies in truth, that everything lasts, but for three days, that life is wondrous, that I can never secure or guarantee anything under any circumstance, that that which is often is not, that real rationality lies in the spontaneous dependence on irrationality, that to kiss the devil is like to embrace the sun, that the meaning of life lies in the unknown and unpredictable, that you always win no matter what you do because if not, you only regret what you did, or conversely, that which you did not do while in the end, you always do everything for naught: this is not nihilism, but love: love for the planet, for yourself, for life which is never what it is, for the people that make you happy because they understand your folly, for self-sacrifice and self-abnegation which leads to new thoughts and old suffering, that we interpret everything from the perspective of contrast wherein lies the beauty of it all. Is there any greater freedom than knowing that there is no strength and weakness, no love and hatred, no happiness and sorrow, but only action and reaction: every moment of our poor existence manifests itself in the incessant perception of truth which is always in the middle...
Talk to me, my friend, I am listening, and the tears no longer flow like a mountain brook, but fall gently like the spring rain over holy land. Tell me that this is why life is great and this is why we are great (and cats greater) - let us relish in its poisonous holiness, take a deep breath and a sip of wine when we face giants with elephant hearts that fling at us duck snots...
Thank you and good luck! Know that what remains is the future which begins with every moment and never ends (even in the coffin). Let us greet the future for the first time with arms wide open and admire its glamour. And when we meet again, we will drink buffalo blood and cry for the past which earmarked our fate to be free, independent, unforgettable and to never, under no circumstance, surrender in foreign hands, but only in our own and only when has come the time of eternal oblivion and unprecedented humanness - we as people are only drops of water in a massive whirlpool, and these drops are what bestow upon it exceptional warmth.
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