bored at work
in the real world, as in dreams,
nothing is quite wat it seems.
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laungage cant describe reality. Literature has no stable reference, no real meaning. Each readers interpretation is equally valid, more important than the authors intention. In fact, nothin in life is has meaning. Reality is subjective. Values and truths are subjective. Life itself is a kind of illusion.
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Love is a sacred garnment, woven of fabric so thin that it could not be seen, yet so strong that even mighty death could not tear it.A garnment that could not be frayed by use, that brought warmth into wat wuld otherwise be an intolerably cold world - but at times love could also be as heavy as chain mail. Bearing the burden of love, on those occasions wen it was a solemn weight, made it more precious when, in better times, it caught the wind in sleeves like wings - and lifted u.
nothing is quite wat it seems.
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laungage cant describe reality. Literature has no stable reference, no real meaning. Each readers interpretation is equally valid, more important than the authors intention. In fact, nothin in life is has meaning. Reality is subjective. Values and truths are subjective. Life itself is a kind of illusion.
.................................
Love is a sacred garnment, woven of fabric so thin that it could not be seen, yet so strong that even mighty death could not tear it.A garnment that could not be frayed by use, that brought warmth into wat wuld otherwise be an intolerably cold world - but at times love could also be as heavy as chain mail. Bearing the burden of love, on those occasions wen it was a solemn weight, made it more precious when, in better times, it caught the wind in sleeves like wings - and lifted u.