Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Words of Wisdom – “The Firm Placement of Womanhood” – Philosophy on Psychology – 9/22/2019

September 22, 2019

“A woman’s world is in where her eyes have glimpsed the men who travel towards love, or the men who travel towards death. That is, a woman’s world is where her eyes see the Men of Peace, or the Men of War. Remaining in the center, makes her only able to see the lifestyle of Heaven, or the lifestyle of Hell, and she adopts only one, for she cannot adopt both. She is the flesh being sculpted, by a man’s actions. This is to say that a woman will travel upon one road, only to become lost, should the loyalty to her be abandoned. She’ll become lost, thus requiring further guidance. In what possible world is a woman, as land, able to surge herself on the course, through loneliness? Her vision is lost, without her creations. Without her creations, that is, without children or men, her eyes remain closed to the fixation upon a simple feeling. And that feeling is doubt.”


Words of Wisdom – “The Idiocy in Desiring Immortality – Pt. 4” – Philosophy on Life – 9/21/2019

September 21, 2019

“Curiosity is the branching stream of mortality, turning curiosity into what is placed upon existence, or reality. A curiosity over life, would make the theme of ‘existence’ hold the definition of ‘the existing moment’, before ‘existence’ becomes ‘non-existence’, perhaps during the next moment. For the same reason that an Atheist will repeat the words, ‘God is dead,’ is for the same reason that we’ll accept the death of a human. In life, we accept the death of existence. And, we deny continually the size and shape of anything never born, or never existed. Why is it, then, that in today’s time, we have retained a curiosity over the afterlife? Both religious folks and those of the sciences have studied the afterlife. Curiosity is born upon life, and life is the mark of existence. And should immortality be the custom for each human, we’d soon have a curiosity over death. Over creating life, we’d create death. Over creating beauty, we’d create ugliness. Even today, when we’ll name obesity as beautiful, we are leaning in that hideous direction. We no longer have a taste for beauty, nor a taste for life. We deny the spoken words of criticism, and name it negativity, despite criticism existing to better life. What is our curiosity? To see how the beauties of life flourish, or to see how the Hellish creatures of death flourish?”

Words of Wisdom – “The Idiocy in Desiring Immortality” – Philosophy on Life – 9/20/2019

September 20, 2019

“Why are there a number of scientists so bent on extending the human life beyond a mere century? To become immortal would embed the sheerness of the unfulfilled life into the individual. Because, to live forever, would never mean living one’s life to the fullest. The desire to live, stems from the fear of death. Therefore, the desire to live, would turn into the desire to die, should that fear of death be erased. Fear is exactly what drives life to fulfillment and accomplishment. It is a motivator, this fear, and no amount of science can ever comprehend this.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Idiocy in Teaching Leadership” – Philosophy on Psychology – 9/19/2019

September 19, 2019

“The need to teach, or instruct, a student about leadership, from a professor, must only come from that student’s unwillingness to be responsible. The only requirement available for leadership, or rather, the only needed qualification for leadership, is willingness or bravery. There is nothing else needed for someone to simply step forward and engage in a task that may prove to be life-threatening.”

Words of Wisdom – “A Return to Simplicity” – Philosophy on Life – 9/19/2019

September 19, 2019

“There are those who’d firmly believe in the notion that life begins simple, before turning complex. From an infant, sparks adolescence, and from adolescence, sparks adulthood. Though, does life remain complex? And, if so, where does life return to simplicity? Surely, it cannot be when we die. Of the multitude of experiences, each of them as real as the next, death cannot merely be the one to which a human yearns for, with so much enthusiasm. Have we forgotten the notion of hope, of optimism? We are not so much suicidal, that we state that death is the only simple truth. That, in all of life’s woes, we are hurrying ourselves towards that inevitable end, without also looking forward to a beginning. We pass the torch, so to speak, soon as we draw our final breath. Though, in our lives, there are indeed moments shared between other lives, where love blossoms a new flower that we may see in fullest radiance. Beneath our eyes, the rays from a sun, our face, making it grow with tears that come as the rain, this is love. And, in these small experiences, each cherished with the next, we do not yearn for the flower to die, with how much protection we cast onto it. Such moments are the simplicity, and each of them capture death as it would lay in stillness.”

Novel – Chapter IV – “Signs of a Man in Love” – Romance – 9/17/2019

September 17, 2019

Hope is a well that springs eternally the warmth of possibility.

Though, for each individual possibility, there should be a guide so that further loss is not eventual, and never inevitable. A leader, that is, should reassure the sorrowful that there is greater light than such a hopeless one can ever consume, to fill whatever void has been created.

Beauty has a message:

Beauty asks for one of two things, “I must be protected,” or “I must be destroyed,” while the former is fulfillment, while the latter is mere temptation. A desecration of life, does a woman yearn to fulfill herself in this; and could she step upon a flower to feel fulfilled, or perhaps destroy the entire universe? Temptation is an infinite thing, and upon its path, the only thing that is represented is failure, the death of many things. As for each life, the only failure to conquer it, is the one that kills it.

We speak of all this, soon when Joseph enters his beloved’s abode, which to him, was his own previous abode.

And he finds his woman strangled by braided twine.

He finds what she remains as, the grace of tears, the notion granted from loss, and her hair! Her hair, such a latter detail from the previous fewest words, represent now the multitude of wires that engross the finality of humanity. To become the corpse, would be to become the machine. The puppet, to which we find it mattering to say should be controlled.

A lifeless thing, her named was Barbara, the love of Joseph, too stricken by his abandonment to edge herself further through life. Wires for hair, alike the machines that are beginning to conquer the industry of our setting in London.




All words now a part of a bruised puzzle becoming wholesome flesh, as Joseph kneels to the defeat of himself. He does not speak, though rather chooses to rub his face in the floor, below him.

His tears run as the dew that folds itself over leaves in the morning. Like the leaves that bend when the dew droplets make their travel to the pointed end, Joseph, as well, bends his form close to the floor, by the same maneuver. Angelic, it seems, that his torment has become, and more is guilt the persistence to reveal that torment; for that is because he is closer, himself, to dying, and relating himself to the hanged corpse, before him.

He feels a sense of shaping, as though his soul is calling him into the body, before him. The body that has a wind against its skin, so that it has begun to swing. It would not bleed, not even in description of that its blood has ceased to flow, though in that such a woman named Barbara would not show remorse.

She had done this deliberate act for proof, and only this, perhaps in hopes of a coming stranger, or even Joseph, to find her.

Every suicide is an act of proof.

Those who say to each of them determined to end all, the words that go by the ever-more deliberation of doubt, are received with words that say, “If only I had said otherwise.”

Would further love turn this tragedy mended? A failure that Joseph has engrossed himself upon, has allowed to show wound upon wound in himself; and now, he only shows kindness to the floor, because he kisses it. He wets it with his tears that blossom freely from his eyes. They would be like blood, were ever Joseph to hold pain as physical.

A wound of the heart, is always cured by love. It is a fixation, a focus, this emotion, this feeling, that is determined to heal. And yet, love may only heal the heart.

Words of Wisdom – “The Nature of the Shock” – Philosophy on Art – 9/16/2019

September 16, 2019

“As truth translates to the recognition of it, it would be received with calmness. And of everything relating to ugliness, such would relate to the feeling of shock, perhaps at the time when a mother has discovered her child, being dead.

All art that presents shock to a viewer, does not present beauty. That is because beauty relates to life, and life, when recognized to be loved, has been protected, and did not change.

Everything related to change, relates to hatred. Everything related to life, relates to truth, relates to originality, relates to the origin, relates to a woman, relates to flesh. Everything related to stillness, relates to the capturing of life. We would not be shocked at recognition, but recognize our own ability to recognize life; though, we would be shocked at death, because death comes at an instant, in representation of how death enveloped life.

It is because, for each heart beat, there will be the instant to which the heart stops. We are shocked at death, because death relates to the instant, whereas love relates to the infinity.

The opposite from death is love, not life.

Life should, therefore, be shrouded in the blackness of birth, of love, not the blackness of death.”

Words of Wisdom – “When Beauty Translates to Truth” – Philosophy on Art – 9/16/2019

September 16, 2019

“The sculpture points itself to flesh, the form, or the face, and each recognition to what a viewer beholds to be a human, or an animal, relates to truth. Truth is merely defined as the recognition of it, and each artist should be knowledgeable to differ a truth from a lie. That is, to differ an original from a counterfeit. To know his own skills, the artist’s own skills, makes the artist alike the mother or father, or perhaps of both, with both shared traits, and able to recognize the creation of a child. The work, that is, and should such a work, like a painting, like a sculpture, be tampered with, it becomes without recognition, alike a parent’s child who has been mauled.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Errors upon Love” – Philosophy – 9/16/2019

September 16, 2019

“Each death is caused by ignorance, so therefore, no death is ever natural. We never know upon the day that our life will be extinguished. So, just like life, love should be preserved. It is the ignorance in saying, ‘We did not expect it,’ because we expect either life or love to live, forever. Though, I’d guess that with love, it is more impulse, than being practical. The question we should be asking ourselves is, ‘Which remains ephemeral, even without existence? Is it life, or is it love?’ I’d guess it to be love. It is because love is not an ‘existence’, for the same reason that Atheists will say, ‘God does not exist.’ Life is the existence, whereas love is the experience for life. I’d also guess that Mother Nature had a impulsive choice to make love, and create humans. That she is not based around realism, even in her creation of things. I associate beauty with life, and love with comfort. I associate death with poverty and loss. The loss of love? The loss of life? Why take a step down from Heaven to be upon Earth, and merely trust a human without comprehending where trust originates? And why take an additional step from Earth to be in Hell, to merely be a pauper who kisses the Earth? The ‘Heaven on Earth’ as some describe, or the ‘Hell on Earth’ as some describe, must be both.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Worth of the Judgement upon the Human of no Individualism” – Philosophy – 9/12/2019

September 12, 2019

“One life among many, marks the life as one life among plenty. And the human that strays away from the judgement of another, will find judgement en masse from life, itself. The fool, the moron, or the idiot, who says for judgement to be eclipsed from life, will see no light from individualism; and why is this? Do we restrict honesty in the name of Political Correctness, so that the dead can flourish? It must be this way, because the dead of no emotions, nor humanity, cannot receive criticism. Life receives criticism, so that life betters itself. Therefore, in today’s world, we are the ones who restrict the call of judgement, so that the dead can thrive. It is this way, because those of no emotions, the dead, are puppets.”