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Diseased Thoughts
With nothing more but the stillness of the dead in an empty grave where the diseased thoughts age, moments of a compulsive passion battles with nature. The illusion of the other side.
The more weak and lifeless, the more powerful. The wonder of it is the passion that needs no right or wrong and no possibility – to exist even in its empty tomb or dead state, is precisely what it needs. The passion that fights nature only to heave death upon whatever else time to thrive has yet to come. Indeed, except for souls, it finds a way to remain dead in the liveliest worlds. Perhaps its only luck is to die on the new born thoughts. Consequently, these thoughts are born dead – empty, diseased.
Thoughts that are born dead fill the world with more emptiness and grow more of its own numbness. These diseased thoughts that know no remedy but to petrify beauty or creativity – it’s the religion of double-standards in a world of slackened vision.
There is, however, a reason why its death is its power, and chooses to remain in its own grave. Only wants to show itself as a contrast to what blooms with life. A contrast – to appear as the other side.
In fact it is full of life and fears this revelation. The only shield for its long-acting survives through the disease of tampering the thoughts. Without this shield it reflects to be sub to nature, slave to destiny, and simply a form of thought. Certainly, its only success is to appear to be conflicting with nature. Emerge as a reality equal to the reality of nature itself, a truth of merely any life – a diseased thought.
For then if it illuminates with life, it will be presumed as a thought and will fail to fiddle supremely into other thoughts, it will now has less chance of approaching the souls. To distort the life souls are made up of, into the eye of death it will fail. The disease by itself can no longer exist. Thus, the graveyard shall bare more diseased thoughts until the other side is born dead.
- Al-Gassim Sharafuddin April 13, 2012
Diseased Thoughts
With nothing more but the stillness of the dead in an empty grave where the diseased thoughts age, moments of a compulsive passion battles with nature. The illusion of the other side.
The more weak and lifeless, the more powerful. The wonder of it is the passion that needs no right or wrong and no possibility – to exist even in its empty tomb or dead state, is precisely what it needs. The passion that fights nature only to heave death upon whatever else time to thrive has yet to come. Indeed, except for souls, it finds a way to remain dead in the liveliest worlds. Perhaps its only luck is to die on the new born thoughts. Consequently, these thoughts are born dead – empty, diseased.
Thoughts that are born dead fill the world with more emptiness and grow more of its own numbness. These diseased thoughts that know no remedy but to petrify beauty or creativity – it’s the religion of double-standards in a world of slackened vision.
There is, however, a reason why its death is its power, and chooses to remain in its own grave. Only wants to show itself as a contrast to what blooms with life. A contrast – to appear as the other side.
In fact it is full of life and fears this revelation. The only shield for its long-acting survives through the disease of tampering the thoughts. Without this shield it reflects to be sub to nature, slave to destiny, and simply a form of thought. Certainly, its only success is to appear to be conflicting with nature. Emerge as a reality equal to the reality of nature itself, a truth of merely any life – a diseased thought.
For then if it illuminates with life, it will be presumed as a thought and will fail to fiddle supremely into other thoughts, it will now has less chance of approaching the souls. To distort the life souls are made up of, into the eye of death it will fail. The disease by itself can no longer exist. Thus, the graveyard shall bare more diseased thoughts until the other side is born dead.
- Al-Gassim Sharafuddin April 13, 2012
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