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~ the world is not beautiful: therefore it is ~ 

… you could sit back and enjoy the world as it moves around you, instead of you moving around it  

the reason that people hurt each other is because they don’t fully realise the nature of another’s pain 

words have their problems, often misinterpretation and inadequacy are the largest 

true security only comes when everyone is connected 

neither could read each other’s thoughts, but even this transgression was communicated 

even when you were not in pain, you could feel the pain of others, everyone’s pain was viable and that is what drove us over the edge 

the mind is like a voice, in that it only carries over a certain amount of space 

After all, living a life rocked with the constant bombardment of everyone’s pain is no life at all. 

these things will always happen because we’re… only human 

whenever someone expresses anything, someone is always there to interpret it.. why can’t the world just be a series of events 

~ can you end telling a story? ~ 

will anyone care enough to tell a tale of misery 

… illusions are what humans have created. Your life begins when you make a distinction with yourself and others. From that moment, the world becomes a stage where you are the main character. Yet all people exist in the illusion they are the main character. But the world cruel as it is defines you that role of the main character. It’s quite a tragic plot twist, and everyone is burdened by a sad bit of irony. But there is one way to escape… or be an author. 

All I know is normal people would never become authors. 

… the book written of everything in the world… if the author were here, they’ll say ‘everything you think of can be written here’ that’ll mean everything in the world. … I’ll just have to write it myself from now on. … I have a hunch we’re going to have a visitor soon… something has to happen at the beginning of a story. 

~ In Awe ~ 

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