I will write these unanswered questions as they pass through my life. I have always sought answers, and I want them furiously. I always sought a meaning to my life until this confrontation with the absurdity. The manifestation of the absurd … Continue reading Absurdity of life.
I have this ardent passion to write all my dynamic thoughts, my inflamed emotions and this excited desire for life and its light. I would like to devote these lines to life, light, and time. Time, as Goethe said, is our field. I have always wanted to escape and deny this field. Alas, that I have understood that my life is so attached to time, than hope. I thought that observing things is better than thinking. Thought gives birth to this attachment to the misery of the world. Furthermore, we felt this attachment when we began to think of things … Continue reading The Shape of Existence
Suicide is a way to escape time. It’s a way to join eternity. A being feels stranger, he/she thinks that he/she is lost in this miserable life. I was thinking if we don’t never exist in this univers. Who will discover all what we know about this univers? I was thinking if any kind of the creatures living on earth can think, and have consciousness and imagination. Will they think as us? Will they feel as us? Will they be conscious of time? Time always brings questions, without answers. Time is whitout any certain answers. I’m not certain of that, but … Continue reading Time is our field