Chaos is beauty, and music is chaos. Math is the most vulgar way to describe the universe. Eloquence is not one of my strongest points. Super profundo on the early eve of your day. Art critics and music critics should drown in their own filth. I'm an idiot. As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough. Life wouldn't be worthy without art. Stop science, it is presumptuous and cold. I love emotions, they cannot be explained, nor reduced to vulgar chemical reactions. Kierkegaard's last words were, "Sweep me up." Dreams are life. Music is life. Art is life. Live to Create. Love will be my strongest weapon. Live life without fear. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self awareness. Destroy the system from the inside. Feel and connect with others, for that is the ultimate human experience, to connect. Question everything. Where there is fire I will carry gasoline. Confront the familiar. Society is a fraud. So complete and banal that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall it's existence. We are all connected through the collective memory we all share, and yet we are utterly alone. We are old souls. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting: Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth. Dreams are destiny.
If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible.
Did i mention i am an idiot?
