Philosophy – “Why People do not Expect Forgiveness” – 8/21/2021

“The cycle of vengeance goes as such: playing catch with a ball that is hurled to the other, in the full expectation that it will be thrown back. Without smiles nor the friendly chatter, the tosses back and forth break the bones and burst the vessels of the other’s soul. Neither are stronger than the other, as they are equally weakened. Neither is better than the other, and then no better to the other.”

– Modern Romanticism

Forgiveness is the superior weapon to vengeance, though not an instrument that proceeds on ongoing “progressive” nature that ends up in depletion. Whatever is limited of a human, machine, or generation will define this regression or downwards spiral, to being nothing better because nothing will be better than another thing nor better to another thing.

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Philosophy – “Beneath the Skin – Understanding Equality” – 6/25/2021

“There is much that bleeds, within. Beyond the shield that stops us, beyond the preference we hold to be different Bibles, there is a light that warms us with the same understanding of reality.”

– Modern Romanticism

Sameness. It is a word that understands the earth, beneath the layers, beneath the cloak. Beneath what guards, love is unconditional. Though humans will place conditions upon the various, depicting their preference in what is known to what is unknown. We are prejudiced in what we are ignorant towards, not for what is understood. Not everything can be understood, until we empathize.

Until we recognize ourselves in another, that for what we hate is the same as what is despised of ourselves, we are prejudiced. We are distant. Distrusting of others, because we failed to reach deeper.

All people bleed the same color, as we all drown at the same depth. We are pained at the same harmonies played upon our bones, broken at the same amount of fragments.

What is love? It can be said that love sees. It knows. Among all there is to love, there is everything to be known. Though, it is for people, that there is understanding to them, the same as ourselves. Believing in love is the same as believing in what was never real, denied to be, until it shapes itself in what was always known.

Crippled are we, in our ignorance. We are equal, within the pages that are innumerable. No ending to a sentence is the final chapter to a tale. No final breath means that a person can no longer speak.

Equal are we, in love. Within love, within arms, all comes to circle back to ourselves. We can blame ourselves for our ignorance, in not seeing a heart, damaged in the same state of ourselves. We become challenged to break another further, or to break ourselves as the wave upon their shoreline. To hurt further, or to weep upon their shoulder.

Philosophy – “How People Take Life for Granted” – 5/18/2021

“It is always through the recognition of what is vulnerable, for what can easily be stripped free from our awareness, that makes a person take nothing of its preciousness for granted.”

– Modern Romanticism

“Nothing in life is free,” as such is the clear saying from those who have lost, nearly lost, or have kept to what remains so that it never becomes lost. Such a quote would refer to what life does not offer, being its freedom as a gift. Since pain, unto loss, is always the most bountiful discipline, we recognize one thing of both ourselves and each other, for how each of us is equal: vulnerability.

Through vulnerability, we recognize what can easily disappear, to never return. Through vulnerability, we can comprehend our own strengths. We can understand that were we to naively believe nothing can go wrong, then this is to take a preciousness for granted. To what we hold to be precious, means that in the identification for its meaning to us, that it is fragile. Just as a mother would not want her child to die, so she protects them, clings to him, keeps them close.

There are those, however, who would view a thing, such as one’s “rights” as meant to be permanent. Though, if this is to believe a right is not, instead, a privilege, then one can believe such a concept as a “right” is meant to be permanent. Would we take our rights, or our freedoms for granted? If so, then we become a slave.

To take life for granted is to become a slave, because we will naively blunder across it committing the same mistakes, to never learn. It is to take something for granted, that we believe such a “preciousness” to be faultless. How can anything be faultless, without fragility, if we are claiming it to hold meaning to us? And, if it holds meaning, then we’d protect it only because, like life, it can disappear without that guardianship.

What right is not earned? What life is not earned? What person so enslaved, doesn’t become freed to relive the days when they were simply free?

To victimize the self, to then believe others are at fault for one’s own irresponsibility, is to take life for granted. It is to renounce the freedom of being responsible, of having control over the outcome of one’s own life. Would one not keep hold upon self-reliance, one makes themselves the slave to external governance. Life is taken for granted, when we do not believe we are ever at fault. We take ourselves for granted, when we believe us to always be innocent or victimized in every scenario. We become a slave, because to take ourselves for granted is remain ignorant to what lessons can be learned from mistakes, and thus, remain dependent on external governance over one’s life.

Though, to find another person to be precious, to believe someone so close to the self as literal family or close to it, can be faultless, means one never cared for them. It is to take one’s loved ones for granted, in believing them perfect as they are, by never associating their imperfections and flaws with the self through the employment of human empathy.

Life is taken for granted, when a person believes it is or should be faultless and without concern. People become or remain as slaves when they have fled from or renounced the greatest of life’s chores, which is to earn one’s freedom. As freedom is earned, through being responsible, a person becomes as identifiable to anyone else who attained the same level. That same level, attained through the correct path, which would pertain to being equal to them by such hardship it took to acquire it. Though, even at such a level where freedom is earned, to drop one’s guard, to cease protection upon what is viewed to be precious, makes one vulnerable to those who might strip these earnings away. This is equality, by realizing that one’s vulnerability is how a person both suffers and becomes strong when past such hardship.

Philosophy – “Why Humans are Beautiful and Imperfect” – 4/27/2021

“All arrogance behind human nature is where we find ourselves not as imperfect, beautiful creatures, and here willing to forsake what makes us ephemeral, in the vain desire to be more.”

– Modern Romanticism

It is in the aspect of knowing oneself, that to comprehend the self is to realize where one is limited, that one might then find out what they’re capable of doing. Whether to be in love, or to be all alone, and we find ourselves within the former to be closest to perfect as possible. Whereas, through the latter, in our imperfections, in our loneliness, we bare the greatest wounds.

A barrier, that to our ability to trust, makes us limited, and yet, still shows us to be beautiful. Beauty is the very understanding of human limitation. Were a woman, perhaps, to know how beautiful she is, she’d then not aspire to become more than just that. Though, beyond the beauty of any human, comes the vanity and arrogance that attempts to supersede a lifetime’s worth of errors. Does a woman realize, in her heart of hearts, what she wants? Has what she truly requires even come to pass? That, she might throw herself upon a place of unkindness and manipulation, only ever to revive herself for a mere moment. It is only afterwards that she falls backwards into another place, called “longing”.

It is seen in many places. Beyond being beautiful, what we do is vain and needless, in essence. Although, ambition is where a person gains power. As it is, power must be limited. Then, if power is to be limited, then ambition, too. Love resides upon the shoulders of a one, in the comprehension that strength lies not in the ability to understand themselves through infinite gain. Love rests upon the shoulder of the individual who carries their weight. Love resides with the one who pleads for the world to see their wounds, and then might unload.

We invite conflict, were we to not grasp this. In the ambitious display of wanting control or power, we find ourselves wanting to be beyond a “mere” human. Though, it is always in the return, to what we feel, to what we have been hiding from, that to be human is where we find the truest consolation. A broken heart allows us to devour love. A divide, within the red, allows us to pour, to overflow.

Beauty is where we find ourselves. A reflection, with a tempest, with a rainfall. Of tears, of shared histories, of absence never met with the place of another’s touch.

Philosophy – “Why Representation is a Lie” – 4/14/2021

“Those prideful of being ‘represented’, for appearance’s sake, in a workforce of utility can only be described as the ones who believe ugliness can be a form of beauty.”

– Modern Romanticism

It is the ugliness of toil, to the creation of something beautiful, that separates both.

Poverty is not beautiful, as it should never be called such. It will only ever make poverty remain stagnant. People work, they toil, to make something of themselves. It is the toil that is the ugliness. It is the creation that becomes beautiful. To make something of oneself involves transfiguration, to become something better than the current person one is. That is beauty.

Beauty is a betterment of a former kind, not an acceptance of other supposed types. If it is ever the latter, then beauty becomes ugliness by way of what hideous stands for. Hideous is only ever the shattering or the destruction of creation. It is the death of a life, that represents this hideousness. If we, as people, ever believe ugliness can be beautiful, then we have thrown out the standard of preservation. However, only in the manner of excessive comfort, without the discipline that pain brings, can we be this way.

Rising above a current state, a meager stature where one has remained stagnant, is to become beautiful, is to create, is to make something of oneself. Love has no place, if we expect it to be handed to us, before us. We comprehend who we are. We should remember our identity.

An identity is not a discovery. It is a reminder of our universal selves. It is deceit that dominates a person’s mind, when they believe that “who they are” has “yet to be understood”. It is a deception, because what can be understood, to any person, is that what is made of oneself is a betterment of who they are, not directly of their identity.

Representation is the pride, inhabited in the mind, of one who cannot differ beauty from ugliness simply by understanding the notion that to make something of the self has nothing to do with appearances. It is to comprehend that appearances are stagnant, do not move, though are there to move others. If one is proud of simply being represented, then they are like the artwork hung upon the wall for viewing eyes. Inspiration for others, yet stagnancy for the self.

One is finished in “representation”, just as the artwork. A completed picture, and unable to progress the self any further.

Philosophy – “Why Representation can go to Hell” – 3/24/2021

“Whether decided to be qualified enough for a position, is not for the display of yourself upon the pedestal. Even choosing between the apple or the orange is considered for either’s health properties, not for how it appears.”

– Modern Romanticism

You are useful. You should not wish for distrusted sorts to tell you that you appear beautiful. You are not meant to be accepted by your appearances. Instead, you are meant to be accepted by what you can do. You have only one mother. And, you have only one father.

If weak-enough people deem all as meant to be their mothers, then they are insecure. They are addicted to comfort. As a mother will always tell her child that he or she is simply “good enough”, it has also become the common rhetoric of the 21st century. Being perfect enough or good enough is not ever for the ground of function. One can always become better, in terms of function. Though, to better oneself on appearances will only enhance insecurity. It is because one is always insecure when considering their appearances, never for anything else.

One is not insecure for anything other than appearances. This is due to the state of being secure, simply means one is being guarded. Guarded, that is, for beauty. If beauty is taken into consideration by the protector, then it means that they believe the beautiful one to be weak. Though, among people, even of women who display this same rhetoric of wanting to protect themselves, fail to comprehend that capability is there to protect others, not the self. One is never capable for the self, though possesses their skills for the necessity of preserving life. Protection, that is, meaning that the role behind function is of the ugliness to the toiled human form being able to either construct or reconstruct beauty.

If to be secure means to have protection near, so that one’s appearances could be “accepted”, then representation merely displays a person as guarded enough because they are weak. As in, they are meant for their minds to be kept wholly in unwavering dependence on their protector. That is, if the workforce has gained a wish to “represent” the so-called “unrepresented diversities” of the world, it merely means there are certain people who can be deemed as needing to drop their strengths and skills. Such means, their security will come by way of complete and unshakable dependence.

It is now to be said that when a person relies entirely on the protector to guard their own appearance, the “motherhood” aspect of this becomes realized. That is, through the addiction of comfort, we can believe ourselves either perfect or good enough, though never strive for betterment in terms of our skills. As another’s protection will simply delude ourselves into thinking that we are good enough to the protector, then it is our capabilities that remain stagnant to never be improved. It is that the desire for one’s representation is a weakness that stunts individualism.

Again, appearances are what are secured, not one’s skills nor their function. If one’s body is the sight of either what is beautiful or functional, then it is to the latter that shall protect the former. It is always what is functional of this world that protects the beautiful.

It is out of our dependence upon what we comprehend to never betray nor abandon ourselves, being of what we can fully trust, is how we are protected or secured. It is the ugliness to the human form, toiled, battered and vulnerable by a day’s worth of protection, symbolizes how it serves to protect what should be preserved.

Nothing of our functions, when the workforce has garnered a wish to “represent” certain sorts out of their appearances, could be accepted when such a realm has its focus on security. All the more security for those who are insecure enough in their appearances, merely extends the view that these certain sorts should indeed remain weak and increasingly dependent. No person, so dependent on their appearances to be guarded, in their display of being represented in the sense of being diverse, can rely at all upon their own functions or skills. In being weak, a person has no need to guard. Though, were such “represented” people to be strong, they’d find more of a need to protect others.

Philosophy – “Why Love is not an Emotion” – Pt. 2 – 3/15/2021

“Everything fleeting does not correspond to love. If we love, then we remember. It is through our memories that love never abandons, though only haunts, ourselves.”

– Modern Romanticism

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, love never abandons you. Unless one can voluntarily suffer amnesia, love does not leave. Love does not run. Love does not depart. Though, it can be said of a person to abandon love. To abandon its concept. To abandon its changes in one’s life. Though, the torment this introduces is on the level of leaving one’s memories upon the road. For whether painful or not the slightest bit harmful, whether sickening or simply miserable, these were moments that merely mattered. They had showed us a world in which was always alien, or disbelieved, to ourselves.

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, love knows you. Love sees you. Love comprehends your every fear, your every fault. It is love, that even without a “belief in God”, can often be received with doubt. To doubt faith. To doubt what is eternally attached.

To love not ever being an emotion, is in reference to doubt, to fear. A person doubts out of their faith always being genuine. A person doubts because their fear is directed towards the instinct of love’s protection. As in, to say the words, “I doubt this would ever occur, so be comforted.” It is to doubt the danger, sometimes even in the underestimation of it, simply in the need to reduce its strength of being a threat.

To each emotion, from whatever origin they hail, references simply our concern for another. In opposite from prejudice or the ignorance of another person, instead of fearing them, we fear for them. We are concerned for this person, for their mattering in our lives means only that they can disappear during the next moment.

How a person matters, is why a person lives. Simply for no reason, other than the heartbeat, at the fundamental level. Though, once prejudice is exterminated from the individual’s mind, then fear of another becomes the fear for another. They become remembered. They become important. And, most of all, they become something unrelated to the temporary. They become something unrelated to mere life, because they are now loved.

This is why love cannot be an emotion. Because, if it were, we would never remember. Love encompasses memories. Despite how memories can make us fragile, we are not alone even with them. Out of the most beautiful memories, come our beauty. We are revealed as sick, within love, requiring it to never be further sick without it. Love, by itself, is a sickness. A sickness that we yearn for, in another sickness being that longing. A sickness that prevents sickness. Love is a vaccine.

Nothing of love is emotional, except for the fears and concerns we hold for the individual, beloved life. Though, love, by itself, is not emotion. As in, it is never temporary. For no matter how deeply we bury our memories of the past, they cannot depart us. In our attempt to depart from them, whether as the drunk through the bottle, they are us. These memories are inside of us.

“God loves you,” as it is said. In reference, we are always remembered, even if we don’t believe it.

Philosophy – “The Philosophy of Feeling Goosebumps” – 3/7/2021

“Something so beautiful, identifiable, and familiar to us is enough to raise even portions of our physical flesh to the heights of Heaven.”

– Modern Romanticism

How real is it to feel something so lodged in the mind? Of something so dark, that only ever the depressed individual could understand, is never felt during a moment of being uplifted.

Though, to be raised, in being given hope, is always among the beautiful. Everything beautiful, comprehended among the sculpted flesh, becomes not the identification to us as the insecure, unaccepted individual. Though, we each become equally beautiful, when we are raised to the acceptance that love brings.

As we hear, as we see, of those beautiful things that exist to awaken us, can cause an ever-greater sensation upon our skin that goes beyond the mere individually identifiable. Of what is individually identifiable, is understood of depression or insecurity. Yet, in what is equally identifiable among everything so beautiful, is through the understood identification of ourselves to another. Of life to itself, of one person to another, is the soon felt sensation known as “goosebumps”.

Towards what is beautiful, not merely to us, though in the universal connection between people who communicate through emotion, is enough to entertain the fragile with the acceptance that resides in the perfection of love. Our imperfection, due unto the depressive and lonely thoughts that correspond with sheer insecurity and doubt, can become alleviated in the belief of love. With love, imperfection becomes perfected.

As to the feeling of “goosebumps”, itself, it is the representation of hope. We are uplifted in a stronger sense, as such a raising of individual spots upon our skin shows that what is “identifiable” in this world does not need to be individualized and alone. We each can sit in the concert hall, listening to the majestic notes, to feel the same emotions, even if perceiving something of difference. Goosebumps are indeed the actual raising of the physical self, to the euphoric sensation of shared emotional understanding.

The physical self, so unmemorable to the depressed individual that it is the cause of their sadness. Not their mind, through depression is the representation of lacking love. Lacking embrace, that only arms can show to wrap around the woeful individual. As it is, we observe those goosebumps upon our arms, of mainly the forearms, where half the freedom is needed to hug a person, while the sleeves cut off at the elbows.

Raised flesh, is equivalent to a raised imperfection to the heights of limitless love. Within the stage of Heaven, if even for a brief glimpse unto it, is enough in the reminder for how paradise can be welcomed into another, by literal open arms.

Love Quote – “Returning Pleasure” – 3/5/2021

“Stripped from your wild self. Your yielding self. Of bare back, bald breasts, and kissable lips… How have others seen you? How can you foresee me, seeing you? Such beauty. Such admirable beauty. A simplicity to the arrangement of your hair. To your fingers, burning at the tips like candleflame. This is special, dear. This is a moment, not wasteful.”

– Peter A.W. Wyatt (Modern Romanticism)

Philosophy – “Why Redemption must be Accepted as Selfish” – 2/18/2021

“One does not save anything external, after the act of wrongdoing. After wrongdoing, the only one left to save is the self.”

– Modern Romanticism

If we are meant to repair all caused wrongs, having damaged what others trusted us to protect, then the last thing to save becomes the self. Ourselves, through redemption, are selfish. We are only ever seeking to save ourselves from guilt. As guilt must be felt, to some degree, to bring about this repair for ourselves, we then comprehend that we are the damaged one. Redemption is what repairs the self. For to continue repressing this guilt, only leaves us to remain as a monster. We are not ourselves, when we do not use this guilt to strengthen our foundations. As the common monster believes it can ascend beyond others, will be eventual when it can descend, for itself, to the foundations where the beast is upon its knees in submission.

We redeem ourselves, in selfishness, because we are only ever saving ourselves from that guilt. Guilt is an emotion, that for all humans, will gnaw at the mind until a person can only move as a walking corpse. This would be the result, should a person never construct themselves, by that guilt.

To just feel the guilt, will destroy a person’s soul.

Though, to utilize guilt to strengthen where one stands, as their foundations, will better themselves within the future.

However, to keep repressing guilt, will forge a person’s mindset to deny the necessity for being responsible. They will believe in innocence, over guilt, and thus even imagine themselves as a victim.

For our faults, we cling to the delusion of selflessness, in redemption. Though, for reality’s sake, we are only ever saving ourselves. Of guilt, which would eat away at our minds, results in the need to smother it. Though, to believe we can be wholly selfless in an act of redemption, is to forget that we can still cause additional chaos. To remember why we are redeeming ourselves, is to understand how we are faulted, of why we are guilty. As guilt is a personal emotion, showing the most vulnerable areas of a person, betterment can only be of them, when they notice they are wounded.

A person, damaged of the mind, might not realize it. Their denial of being responsible for certain actions, can breed the additional fault. Damage is done unto themselves, their minds, as they continual this denial and repression of guilt. To have no regrets, perhaps might mean one comprehends themselves as sinless, or to say that their actions are too numbered to necessitate redemption. Though, that might mean they have accepted themselves as no more than a human, or even as a monster. This is fine, to such a sort.

Were a human to redeem themselves of being always damaged, then unity would be impossible. We’d always be selfish, not seeing others the same as us, as being wounded.

Philosophy – “Why Love is not an Emotion” – 2/14/2021

“As they say that love conquers all, though only in the remembrance of the heart’s function. To never forget the greatest importance, is above all what plagues the mind. Reconfirmation. To remind oneself of the greatest treasure, as that is to preserve the heartbeat. Why does it beat? If to love is to feel who we are loving, then we must conquer ourselves, our fears, before we can conquer what suffocates another.”

– Modern Romanticism

It should be said that every emotion aligns with fear. Outside of fear, there is love. Though, outside of love, there is fear, due to all emotions being fleeting. As with life, crumbling under fear to drag it down, love raises. Love is the divine and indomitable force that is beyond emotion.

For if we are always imperfect due to ourselves believing the most temporary of fears, or feelings, will last, then that is where blunders are made.

If all emotions are never eternal, then it is love that is the only force to be.

Mistakes, for a human, align themselves with the temporary. Is life a mistake? Only if we have nothing to protect.

We are temporary, if we never loved. Of our bodies, so susceptible to its weight, as we become weightless to fly, in love. We do love, when we realize we are not mere flesh and bones. We are love, when we see ourselves and others as the same, beyond the many shapes we can construct.

Love is not an emotion, because as all feelings are never permanent, love remains to conquer the uncertain mind, with the reminder to the heart.

Things so temporary, like life or of all emotions that cannot last, are how a human makes mistakes. Imperfection is in these short-term endeavors, to feel something. Though, perfection is to love, in the remembrance, and only the reminder, to what is important for our actions.

Among each things so temporary and so ephemeral, there is no love. Love keeps the flesh together and strengthened. Love keeps the image from being shattered. If we make mistakes enough to hurt ourselves, or hurt another, then we can easily believe such imperfections will remain. A human is only ever to remain imperfect, out of no love. As love perfects the imperfection, we become accepted. We realize why we are alive.

Humans are alive, not to die, though to be remembered.

Quote – “As Pain Forces you to Grow” – 2/9/2021

“Do not keep your hold upon the droplets. For they are meant to water the roots. Do not let anger, through the fear that burns what is dead within yourself, consume the wilderness meant to thrive. As pain may be the thorns, everything beautiful is the rose. You might find the stem unwieldable, as a tightened grasp will hurt. Let it. Let the blood stream down the long rope of green. Then, let your tears let spread the roots, at your feet.”

– Modern Romanticism