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Dec 09, 2007 14:12

Once you have dissected meaning, you have to pick at it. This is art. This is music. We artists, we musicians, we twist and tear the surface of perception. We have given up on consciousness and find the feelings that weave between our senses. Our true nirvana is just the element of excitement, of exhilaration, a blast of intense contrast that doesn't require any meaning. Creativity is raw passion, it is the manifestation of everything the creator has inside of them, of the pieces of their brain working in unity to create a flower stemmed from their passion. And that's it. Innovation is so shallow, yet the most complex thing in the world; an entire embodiment of a certain individual. A select path to a whole world. An expansion of the sense that branch away from being 2-D. And that's the most we can ask for. Life is meaningless, and every emotion and characteristic is just on a flat, balanced scale. We strive for more love and less fear, but if the scales were uneven then the very meaning of "better" would unravel. To live successfully we must find one thing that we take pleasure in and pray that there will me enough evenly proportioned miser to constantly restore satisfaction to that thing. Essentially, we cannot personally determine what we cherish. It is an untraceable pattern that no other person can emulate. But the rest is a unique assortment of everything ever witnessed or heard of. That is what shapes one's personality, and the ticker in their brain sorts out what it does and does not want to reproduce: individuality is a filter. Life is about living in appreciation of your brain's decisions. Dysfunction is established when you disagree with those decisions made. Dysfunction is simply living in oppression of yourself.
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