The essence of good
What is good?
It's a simple question. Dangerous in its nature, you will fail to answer it in any rational capacity. Whole ecosystems of belief are established on attempting to prescribe methodology to answer the chaotic essence that lies underneath. The underlying essence of this cognitive fabrication mandates explanation.
If you dare focus your mind to tip of a needle... Feel your ideals served out on some trey by Plato, lost forever, and drunkenly bent on non-ideal unrealism. Seek out something to be martyred by. The ideal is a dispersion, your reality is nothing but a bent misreality.
So you ask again, what is good? Could you scream it at the top of your lungs? The ideal, a reality, an essence, or a not way is beating at your mind unable to cognize for some unknowably infinite permutation of ideals lost in nirvana.
I come back down to reality no matter my disposition I hit some jagged line that I can't dismiss only driving me like madness at the grating essence of good.
Dismissing everything gets you not.
Rationalizing everything leaves you empty.
Staring at some kind of God only helps blind you to the question.
Arrogance leads you to omission.
Humility fails in action.
Negativity loses hope.
Hope is empty without an answer.
Empty is not the answer while without hope one cannot succeed.
Yet you still believe, you still see x over y... X OVER Y!!!
You'll scream it from ten thousand leagues!
You'll crush your head until it implodes!
I too say, X OVER Y!
I have no meaning!
X OVER Y!
RED RED RED
It's a simple question. Dangerous in its nature, you will fail to answer it in any rational capacity. Whole ecosystems of belief are established on attempting to prescribe methodology to answer the chaotic essence that lies underneath. The underlying essence of this cognitive fabrication mandates explanation.
If you dare focus your mind to tip of a needle... Feel your ideals served out on some trey by Plato, lost forever, and drunkenly bent on non-ideal unrealism. Seek out something to be martyred by. The ideal is a dispersion, your reality is nothing but a bent misreality.
So you ask again, what is good? Could you scream it at the top of your lungs? The ideal, a reality, an essence, or a not way is beating at your mind unable to cognize for some unknowably infinite permutation of ideals lost in nirvana.
I come back down to reality no matter my disposition I hit some jagged line that I can't dismiss only driving me like madness at the grating essence of good.
Dismissing everything gets you not.
Rationalizing everything leaves you empty.
Staring at some kind of God only helps blind you to the question.
Arrogance leads you to omission.
Humility fails in action.
Negativity loses hope.
Hope is empty without an answer.
Empty is not the answer while without hope one cannot succeed.
Yet you still believe, you still see x over y... X OVER Y!!!
You'll scream it from ten thousand leagues!
You'll crush your head until it implodes!
I too say, X OVER Y!
I have no meaning!
X OVER Y!
RED RED RED