Existence

June 11, 2016

Let us all act like intellectuals and romanticists.

Let us frolic in anguish and arrogance.

Let the abyss absorb all piety and love.

Have hope.

No, desire hope, for the wish to have it is just as futile as hope itself.

Don't fear my dear,

Please don't.

There is nothing to fear, for everything is nothing!

Now, run in the field of dead lilies and swim in the ocean of melancholy.

Do not cry.

Why would you cry?

After all, we are all intellectuals.

We are romanticists.

Although all is dead, we shall always perceive that all can be brought back to life.

Now, go.

Frolic!

Enjoy the nothingness, believe that it can be something,

for that is what makes you human.

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