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Inquisition

What is that we live for?

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Fruitless

The search for passions ends with the search itself

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We’re All Beggars

Poem

Photo by Egor Myznik on Unsplash

I used to believe
that beggars only exist on the streets,
but now I am convinced
that most people are begging
in their own way.

Some are hungry
for pleasure,
some need pain,
some need fame
and
some need to be sane.

We are starving souls,
seeking love
more than anything else.

Once we are consumed
by love,
we will be free.

This longing
is our escape
to perform on this stage
called life.


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“I Think, Therefore I am”?

This statement involves a single serious doubt.

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Existential Chatter

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The Wishing Fountain

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Feel Thy Fire

“Feel Thy Fire” is part one of the series, Semi-Dispassionate Observer:

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Iconoclastic Poets Sing

creation as an act of metaphysical rebellion

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Philosophical Musing of Ontological Twilights

a poem about life, identity, and existential purpose

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An excerpt from “The Tartar Steppe” by Dino Buzzati that defines life

But at a certain point we turn round, almost instinctively, and see that a gate has been bolted behind us, barring our way back.

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