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We are infinitesimal. Ants of a universe so much greater than our own, bound up in knots by chords which we cannot weave, yet are woven. The world shines upon an infinite longing towards us. Asking only that we gaze upon on the world for but a few more moments, the boundlessness is as deep as the pool of existence from which we sip. To take in the constellations of our lives. The brilliant points of life that cover the entirety of our existence. So be not afraid, explore the greatness of that which is ephemeral, for what cannot be touched provides greatest pleasure. Until, sublimely, it touches back, where currents of fire run rampant and form connections to a terminology previously unknown.
Embrace the fire and find those whom you cannot quite touch. Long for the lost, so that light can leave you blind, speechless. One who speaks on the notions of the past as if they contain nothing, needs only to look upon the stars, for their power is eternal, to spin a might universe, of which we are ants. Such small creatures should not think so highly of themselves. There is something untouchable about that etherial reality, something that emblazons upon our souls a sense of purpose. A sense that reality itself has some purpose. But purpose is only as important as the people who are willing to be lost at sea.
Seek out the rocks, for they are sublime, they free the mind as they drive it mad. That ecstasy is of greatest importance in a world which has been taken in by the sanity of apathy. To sense the world is only to be further disconnected from it, and to experience the world is only to be guided. Be lost. Accept that which has no meaning, and think on the meaning within. What drives the world is that fundamental spark, that willingness to seek out the places that are not fitted, that are lost, mysterious, vulgar, sensual.
Live in the reality of the senses, instead of selling to those who purchase the world. For there is nothing worthwhile that can be purchased, only a fool could be taken in by the madness of such thought. Touch slightly, deeply, the wounds of the world as they maw open and provide ghastly displays before you. Fear the world for the glory which it cannot contain. Take the pieces of that world in and breathe as being swallowed by the maw. Regret nothing.