I want to burn and

Be taken in flame.



I want to release it all,

And return to whence I came.



I’ve come from nowhere,

And from there I shall return.



I will always be:

Ceasing to exist



Yet I will never stop,

Ceasing to exist;



That is I will never cease,

Ceasing to exist.



Structure, logic,

Rigid formatting.

Love blossoms:

The envy of hatred.



Two sides wage war, a new side emerges:

That of the dead.

The dead do not emerge.

The war wages on.



Stop pretending that you know

And stop pretending to exist.

You don’t have the answers,

And why should you?



We are creatures of question,

Not animals of answer.





Anyone who has created anything can not be held at fault for anything they’ve done. The sheer weight of creating something totally outweighs any suffering that anyone can ever have. Indeed, suffering itself is a most poetic experience, although poetry can only exist when observed. Suffering observed is suffering overcame, is your state of suffering no more. This is Hitler’s inspiration. This is inspiration to all.



Anyone who has given themselves up for someone else can not be held at fault for anything they’ve done. When you give up everything you have to someone else, for them, out of love, you make up for every ill-word, broken-heart, and bruised body everywhere. In that moment, you have stopped thinking of yourself as a sole being, and you realize that totality of all things. In that instance you are filled with, bliss, peace, understanding, and truly you are forgiven for all. This is Jesus’ inspiration. This is inspiration to all.



Anyone who has given themselves to music can not be held at fault for anything they’ve done. All music is a reflection of the divine, and all dance a tribute to it. Each musician, when creating out of love for music and not out of love for themselves, is giving themselves up to the creative power of the divine, and being healed in the process. Everyone who has let music have the power over the soul for even the shortest of times has given themselves back to whence they came. And knowing this, they are cleared of their fog of doubt, if even a short time. This is Mozart’s inspiration. This is inspiration to all.



Anyone who has ever given themselves up in the pursuit and search of the truth can not be held at fault for anything they’ve done. Anyone who has overcome their selves has realized that their lives are meaningless, and anyone who has overcome aloneness has realized that no one else exists. Anyone who has realized anything, has realized nothing. This is Solomon’s inspiration. This is inspiration to all.



Anyone who ever has, or ever will be, can be, should be, might be, or isn’t, can not be held at fault for anything they’ve ever done. In fact, nobody can be held at fault for anything, nor should anyone. We’re all part of this together, and to act like we’re not part of it, that we’re separate and special and unique, and deserve special treatment is ridiculous. We all exist, and beyond that, none of us exist. The sheer hilarity of this tragic, Yossarian farce brings us together, unites as us one. We can do no wrong, we can only do right. The ends are the means. This is no one’s inspiration to everyone. This is.



To think otherwise is to deny everything.



To deny everything is to cease to exist.



To cease to exist is beautiful.



Nonexistence is beautiful, existence is beautiful,



There is no difference, between the two.



In both worlds,



I still love you.

I swear to God, I wasn't even writing that. I was not involved in that writing process. It just came out.

kind of like vomit?

No. It was more like sex.

WTF why was this moved here?

I didn't mean it to be a literary piece, it's just how I was expressing myself.

hahahahahahahahahahaha

It's a fantastic piece of writing nonetheless and I hope you find the constructive criticism you need.
Just a tad too parrow now to look over that carefully.

This is beautiful.


I can't think of anything more elaborative to say, so I'll leave it at that.

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thanks =D

Someone relayed to me the idea that it reads like a chain letter. chain-letteresqueness must be avoided in the future.