Entropic enigma is analogous to Schrodinger's cat in the box. In this paradigm of thinking, either element hosts an infinite variation of thought, emotional intelligence, and spiritual truth. To surpass these phenomena, one must encompass all these phenomena and gain diverse knowledge. Then, one will experience all of it, knowing that Love is the ultimate power and truth. Here, the box paradox will be realized.
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Time ...the enigmatic trap we’re all caught within.
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TRISTICH:The most well known being HIKU the English language version of HAIKU 'the phonetical&cultural original ' Japanese' poem form in verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format&still inherently enigmatic with a caesura and surprise ending
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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Disorder and restlessness are parallel and reveal the enigmatic traits of a genius who is amoral and introverted.
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I walked tall in a pigmy mall.
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I look up into the sky. As a paint brush swirls half heartedly around in my mind. I see a family of robins flying by, silhouettes of past lovers in the clouds, castles of the working class, and warmth. All the things I dream of, wish for, dwell on. And don't have. My canvas is blue. The pigments mixed with tears. The sun now setting. Time is my enemy. Beyond the horizon an army of depression is at battle. My soldiers are blue.
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Though he or she may think so, no writer knows entirely what is being said (as for truth--a figment of intellectual imagination); but, to create a tingle in the reader (a living word...)--ah! That is nearer Divine.
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Nothing is scarier to me about humans than the delusional power of belief. We love to build our entire paradigms of truth out of constructs of pure hyperbole.
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