I have to scream. Something to someone.
Seems like I possess the technology to communicate with those who think like me, those who I truly Love for we are one. You're not reading this, I am, We Are.
If we observe existence, than existence has the faculty to be observed. This seemingly simple sentence is actually one of the most complicated ones to understand.
This phrase encompasses the concepts of good and evil, yin and yang, of relativity and absoluteness. "We Are Because We Belong" (Desmond Tutu)
We exist because we realize we are existing. We auto-generate each other. You are because I am.
Actually, you are the one writing this. The fact that I am here, today, typing these words one after the other is the proof that YOU realized yourself.
All of this becomes awkwardly odd, our own emerging notions of privacy, individuality become so illusory when one realizes oneself.
Paradoxically, this social network is My, Our, Your, private diary. The illusion of fear and shame to say what one thinks to others breaks as soon as we realize that we address to no one but to ourselves.
With these words, I bless you, I bless myself. I love you.
I Love You.
I Love.
I am now speaking to me ; please, dear one, love me too.
Seems like I possess the technology to communicate with those who think like me, those who I truly Love for we are one. You're not reading this, I am, We Are.
If we observe existence, than existence has the faculty to be observed. This seemingly simple sentence is actually one of the most complicated ones to understand.
This phrase encompasses the concepts of good and evil, yin and yang, of relativity and absoluteness. "We Are Because We Belong" (Desmond Tutu)
We exist because we realize we are existing. We auto-generate each other. You are because I am.
Actually, you are the one writing this. The fact that I am here, today, typing these words one after the other is the proof that YOU realized yourself.
All of this becomes awkwardly odd, our own emerging notions of privacy, individuality become so illusory when one realizes oneself.
Paradoxically, this social network is My, Our, Your, private diary. The illusion of fear and shame to say what one thinks to others breaks as soon as we realize that we address to no one but to ourselves.
With these words, I bless you, I bless myself. I love you.
I Love You.
I Love.
I am now speaking to me ; please, dear one, love me too.
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