Who needs guitars anyway? Track 2
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censorship and objectivism
Indeed, ayn rand's thetical theories on perceptual reality in contrast with the format of reality shared between other, in techno-jargon, "users" echo regularly. The regular partitions of the mind alone, into trinities such as the ego, alter-ego and super-ego, whether common or in Jack's twisted mind, provide insight into her ideology's verisimilitude.
Likewise, I, in a very common scenario, am split between extroversion and introversion, confidence and insecurity, resembling in a way thrice newtonian law.
digressing...
I no longer feel fit, mentally or physically, to have a significant other in my life. I'm too critical, too jealous, too demanding and too involved in the ways of romance. At times passions can get ahead of me. I lack the energy to carry on boring banter, put very subjectively, and more so to halt it.
Feelings on my capacity oscillate with regularity.
But I question:
Do people really want what they can't have?
Attempts to gauge, measure and limit one's passion is futile. Attraction simply happens and is unavoidable. Something possibly on toe with a pheromonal response that, unconsciously and unbeknownst to the victim, triggers strong hormonal reactions. It should be noted that although these intense attractions seldomly occur, they are not always bilateral and returned and certainly not in the same format.
Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?
Logically, yes...
but antithetically and scientifically, the case is analogous with another question.
Is it better to have tried heroin and quit than never to have tried it at all?
[insert response here]
How about religiously?
Taking a bite of a forbidden fruit, getting cast out of paradise, Adam and Eve were never to return to god's predetermined state of normalcy.
Mathematically, the opening for love occurs on a sinusoidal wave where formulaic gaps occur of an infinitely small proportion in which I may or may not fall into.
This time?
I fell
I fell hard
And fuck it, I'm a Scorpio
I'll admit it... I love her
No matter how hard I try to ignore her
This intense pull draws me back
She's a fucking black hole and I'm happily spiraling on her outer rim.
(note: stephan hawking is on the brink of disproving black holes)