Essence
What is the nature of suffering? Why is suffering so enjoyable? Entropy breeds inertia. The depression of the human system spawns laziness and weakness. There is a beneficial essence behind it. What is the meaning of it? Much as the selfish joy of truth and reality are a blessing to us, ignorance and the arrogance of the weak will opposes it with a divine backing. While we enjoy selfish pride and joy, we still must feel the glory and passion of a depression in our physical workings. Why does this have such an effect on our cognition? We serve the self on one string of moments, only to betray that with a pain lacking any horizon (or even the potential for the relevance) in order to suffer. We share the pain of pain. Our greed will forever be locked in a dualistic battle with non-intervention and stagnant rotting.
I still stand by my defense of the truth, and I will never let that down. Because, the fact I can enjoy even this, well, that is the sign of peace. True peace. Hippies cannot understand, but the internal harmony that comes from anything from violent massacres to drinking blood from a living body to self-sacrificial altruism to charity and volunteering to science and its application can never be physically lost.
I can only thank every moment for reality, and act selfishly as a revolt against the imperfection of the existence we must endure. Reality is a blessing and the fact order can exist in incredible, but blood must cover our hands for the unacceptable sins of the existence that lies inside reality. Reality must be purified. For my perfection. Perfection cannot lose - it's perfect. I can only enjoy reality, at least until existence gets in the way.
I still stand by my defense of the truth, and I will never let that down. Because, the fact I can enjoy even this, well, that is the sign of peace. True peace. Hippies cannot understand, but the internal harmony that comes from anything from violent massacres to drinking blood from a living body to self-sacrificial altruism to charity and volunteering to science and its application can never be physically lost.
I can only thank every moment for reality, and act selfishly as a revolt against the imperfection of the existence we must endure. Reality is a blessing and the fact order can exist in incredible, but blood must cover our hands for the unacceptable sins of the existence that lies inside reality. Reality must be purified. For my perfection. Perfection cannot lose - it's perfect. I can only enjoy reality, at least until existence gets in the way.