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a lonesome journey
the hermit’s path
he brings no guide
and bears with him no map
as he descendeth into the unknown
one day, perhaps,
the world shall reap the fruit
of many labors sown

“””
now a million ceaseless awakenings past
I still hope for a miracle..
“real one”, at last,
and I’ll sleep through a billion awakenings more,
for a true one redeems..
and makes sense of them all
“””

“life tends to reverse its polarity
but on average we’ll keep descending down the gradient”
ever closer
towards…
#singularity

“””
If I wished to shake this tree with my hands,
I should not be able to do so.
But the wind, which we see not,
troubleth and bendeth it as it listeth.
We are sorest bent and troubled by invisible hands.
“””

between the seer and the seen,
between the doer and the deed,
between what is concealed and what is known,
between what’s true right now
and that which only time can show,

there hangs a feeling, on a cross.
for every fortune gained,
for every decimating loss,
at every …

“””
I lost the will
I lost the way
But haven’t lost the faith
It’s just lost in me
“””

“””
Bless me, then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the greatest happiness without envy!

Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss!
“””

This cup is again gonna empty itself, and Stevo again …

“””
enjoy it while you can
it’s just like the weather
so quit complaining brother
no one lives forever
“””

“””
I feel the top of the roof come off
Kill everybody there
And I’m watching all the stars burn out
Trying to pretend that I care
“””