From Beginning to End

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation.
Chaos is rejecting all you have learned. Chaos is being yourself.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live moreover, the only one.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland and no other.
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Word that invisible dagger
If we could see ourselves as others see us, we would vanish on the spot.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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