This is not an ephemerality for a palpability in the
backdrop of civilisational existentialism. A leaf falling
from a tree may be presumed consigned to dust, but
its spirit resurrects beyond autumnal cataclysm. A petal
drops, fathomed dead, onto the floor of the earth, but its dewy tender fragrance
seeps through timelessness! We are just a warp of comprehensions,
not mitigated by belief, until we awake! For the reality of the soul can supersede
the calamity of the forces! You know, in the solitudinal surety,
you have a guarantee that life cannot break you, and death cannot too!
And you are no mannequin in a shop-window disused or ready to
be taken down; despite your loneliness and seeming redundancy and
dispensability! And even when you seem forlorn, you exist beyond
the automation of ordinary movement. And even when you move on the periphery
of society, you can make or break! And even if you think you are a distant
soliloquy, you are silently making the headlines of the first page! You are
the edifice that stands each dawn, not the disrepair that crumbles each night.
Even the night is like a structure of morning calm, and there is an equanimity
in the randomness or seeming chaos; as if you felt certain in the darkness
where exactly the first point of sunrise lies! So, you can live by your means to an
end where death is no pronunciation of imprisonment but a conviction of
your freedom of continuity! The air you breathe is the air that fills you with
the chest-swell of pride and dignity! It is the air that fecundates your breath… that makes loneliness
liveable, alleviates despair, raises your disposition and spirit like the string of a flagpole,
takes your troubles away, snaps the jargon of grief into the language of cheer, and fills
the airspace around you with an aura of colours! Like the final vapour of self-awareness
that gives you the courage to become a being of ultimate infinite form!
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