My Incorrigible Dictum
In The Dead Me,
There Is A Living You.
With You,
I Feel Lost In The Cyesis Of The
Deepest Pit Of Sea Of Well Beingness.
With You,
I Feel An Energyless Vibrating
Symphony, Which Has
A Tremendous Thought Momentum.
Due To The Uncertain Mutability Of Life,
I Maintain That Life Is Neither Monoic
Nor An Ideal State Of Imitation.
Perhaps "Quiescence" Is The Antonym Of Life.
Well Whatever,
My Utterance Is Like Writing Water With Water On Water.
To Know The Very Essence Of Life,
Just Give Up.
The Verity Of Life Is Pathetically Ambiguous.
And Hence The Certitude Of Life Is Tremendously Exotic.
Kneel Before The Facts Of Life Is The Perception Of Intelligence.
It Seems That
Perhaps The Only Real Fact About Life Is Its Nature Of Factlessness.
Somehow Life Seems Axiomatic.
Life Pocessess No Fact.
Surrender Yourself To The Existence.
And I Postulate That It Can't
Be Done By The Help Of Thought
And The Thinking Process.
A Thinker Can Never Come
To Know Anything About The Life.
I Don't Know How Do I Come
To Know This,
But It Is My Providential Insight
That Somehow You
Only Taught Me All This And I Maintain
That You Is A Rare Happening To Me.
And The Way I Love You Is The Only Way To Love You !
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