Lögica forgets often

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28.09.2012

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The things that are important are all subjective. In the perspective of reason, no thing is important.
Yet, I notice that blue flowers make me forget reason, and I spiral back into this chasm.
Will you be a dear and fetch me a glass of milk? I feel rather dizzy.

And after eons and seconds, I spin and fly, falling towards the stars, mesmerized by the beauties and horrors of existence; Such is the spectacle of life, enjoyed only by the dead.
Ponder and wonder, live to die and die to live; The chapter ends here but the story flows eternally.