Life
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“Distrust breeds itself upon those whose grudges bare themselves in remembrance. Memories that do linger, latch themselves as leeches to siphon away any thoughts of a future where hands are held, as steps are walked. Though, between those of shared pain, there is that hurt laying beneath the flames of anger. It is our ocean.
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“By what rule can a person state that information simply not to the pleasure of a certain individual, is wholly misused? Could not certain information instead be termed as ‘misinterpreted information’? As in, only a person of greater intellectual function could universally comprehend what is said to be nonsense?” – Modern Romanticism Information is what
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“Why does any artist receive their fame, soon as they’ve escaped this world, through the grave, now dead? It is in us always considering creation, before causation, that we say to even an evil artist, that when they’re dead, they can no longer cause others to be dead. It is to creation, that makes the
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“Science is not the encouragement of wisdom, in terms of teaching all to learn from their mistakes. Rather, science teaches us to learn from someone else’s mistakes, to gain benefits from someone else’s misfortune.” – Modern Romanticism
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“Meaning. As a word, it should explain itself.” – Modern Romanticism Art has meaning. It has meaning within meaning. It has layers of its own meaning. Each layer descends atop the previous one, just as clothing for a woman might be removed to reveal the beautiful and vulnerable sculpture beneath. Peel back the layers, and
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“Though, it shouldn’t be, that through our innate comprehension of love, we’d ‘make use’ of that loved one, whether they’d be God, or of family to friendship.” – Modern Romanticism Do we love God? Do we love our friends? Our families? Could we love the source to all love? It is in the understanding of
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“It is love, overwritten by the importance of trust, that we say the former might die, while buried alive. For we are to trust the one we reveal all of ourselves to, making love merely the buried background of a sun that warms our backs. We do not see love, yet we feel it. Though,
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“You keep looking for evil in people, sooner or later you’ll find it, even if it wasn’t there in the first place.” – John Wolfe (The Secret World)
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“Were humans be able to comprehend each other, with ease, we’d do so, through art.” – Modern Romanticism It is like grief, where we lose something we found to be more valuable than us, that such sadness becomes a universal understanding. We are not limited by our sadness, for tears are always infinite. The suicidal


