LBV

Bibliomaniac.
Practitioner of Hedonism and Violence, Indulgence and Discipline.
I possess a profound sense of the absurd, as well as the abstract.
Striving towards Divine Madness.
I won't come out, you must come in to Me.
Into My womb-garden where I peer out.
Where I construct a universe within the skull,
to rival the real.
Humans have the tendency to mistake comfort for happiness. This complacency is the death of desire - desire for knowledge, for self-realization, for understanding. If all could be known, all the enjoyment of the journey would be gone, and it is as much about the experience as it is the goal. For what can We learn that We don't know already? Awareness comes from remembering what and who We are.
About Me? Any descriptive words provided would be empty vessels, for they would elude the essence, the abstraction, the intangible concept that is My singular consciousness. I like things, I do things, I think things, but these are not Me. I am not My preferences nor My actions nor My thought. Do not mistake the machine for its operator.
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Le grande danse macabre.