If we can’t consume ourselves for something we believe in, freedom makes no difference at all. We see reminders, yet we strive to live, to gain, to enjoy. (Death is a perfect example, we see the end of life in the beginning. When you can see the end of things even in their beginnings, there’s no more hope, unless you want to pretend, or forget, or get drunk or something. (Their is a crystal clear difference between choices and options, we mostly have options which we choose from, not limitless choices. I know I have chosen something, but it is not something I would have chosen if I had the power to choose truly. I will travel slowly, And I too will arrive. Those who are blessed with the power And the soaring swiftness of the eagle And have flown before, Let them go. Against the all too natural, such struggles, could they be anything but the perverse attempts of desperate hedonists to perpetuate their youth against the impending rot of age? There’s too much of the unnatural in any man who imagines he could escape the inevitable decay of life and not accept the decline into final disintegration.
(The chichidodo is used as a political term refers to individuals that claim to hate corruption, yet, has their means of livelihood from it.) But the chichidodo only feeds on maggots, and you know the maggots grow best inside the lavatory. (Honor, fame, power, money and respect gotten through dubious means, the bearer may look clean, but the soul is grimy)
Some kind of cleanliness has more rottenness in it than the slime at the bottom of a garbage dump. O you loved ones, spare your beloved the silent agony of your eyes.
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