for every x x doesn't existSomehow I feel that almost everyonefor every x x doesn't exist
Is dead Howcome is it that way Is it that I am an empty man Or is it the world just as empty as I think I am Doesn't anyone feel the same?
It's just an emptiness beyond our Doors of perception Only phenomena we percieve Images cerated by our own mind No noumena stay there - behind them
Feeding on carcasses of our culture Of ignorance which drives us to Become poets of nihilism who Lately saw that the third world Is merely a cemetary of our creations That there is no more to say An
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To see a World in a grain of sand,
and Heaven in a wild flower,
hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
and Eternity in an hour
-- William Blake
and breeds reptiles of the mind.
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It's all about nihilism an Nietzche...
--
To see a World in a grain of sand,
and Heaven in a wild flower,
hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
and Eternity in an hour
-- William Blake
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It's all about nihilism an Nietzche...
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