/lit/ - Literature

the world is a self-generating playground. emergence from a primordial beginning, expansion, the reversal of the process, shrinkage, finally return to the primordial beginning and the start of a new cycle. while the spheres spin merrily around, a part of the world becomes aware of itself, and believes itself to be a stranger, but eventually acknowledges its belonging and sameness: to be part of a single fragmented thing, a cracked mirror still hanging in the frame, a thousand-eyed monster, spinning in and out of dimension zero.

life is a playground. the purpose of a playground is to play in it. there is nothing outside the game, so there is nothing outside the purpose. these are the ground unrules of life. all questions of dominance, morality, religion, science, etc. all romp around the playground; utility, common good, other spooks of solid or windy composition; no distinctions, only games, one and all, interesting to observe, to participate in.

what I say is itself just a game. the raft with which I came to the other shore burns itself down, the ladder is dropped from the roof; thoughts as if they were floating, never fixed (although I hold on to them), just for the fun of it, a pastime. taking things really serious is also a game, a pastime. it becomes quite senseless to think like this, though there is a joy in it. why else would I do it? what one takes away is lightness of being, the cloud lifestyle.

oh, so this is what want to do - comment upon seeing a monk burn himself. of course man is a dumpling. he can't get out of his flesh, which means his brain activity can't get out of his brain. there's only one conclusion we can draw from this: it's the body that tells us why people play what they play. but who cares?

so in the end, the dancing star nonsense is quite right, though a little to grandioss of a picture (atleast for my taste). to eat an egg and to rape your father are one and the same, in many ways, though you might prefer one over the other due to your biology. this is all a bunch of hogwash. what does it matter when, in the end, it just affirms the current modus operandi of society. I just try to distance myself from stuff, man.

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