“One cannot mass produce quality. Such is physically impossible. For the average human does not understand quality, as much as they understand ‘the craving’. A human craves, to benefit their body. It is that the form can be the only thing mass produced. Were the mind mass produced, it would be the same as love mass produced. Such is, as well, physically impossible, because love is not even physical. It is metaphysical, meaning that it cannot be constructed, or even what constructs the self. It it what constructs another person, in the gift.
Love is the quality, whereas lust is the quantity. We are not attracted by love, at first glance, as much as attraction relates to lust. It is the number, before it splits off from the rest. Then, it becomes attached to us, in a oneness of knowledge, being of the mind.
Love must be the brief spark of lust, at first glance to another, making the challenge to see that one as either among the rest, or apart from the rest.”
– Modern Romanticism
Tag: Minds
A Quote of Wisdom – “Of Scientific Assimilation” – 4/20/2020
“When it comes to assimilation, it comes to the gathering of flesh, the gathering of subjects, the ‘gathering of opinions’, or even the gathering of votes, such people are continually observed by scientific eyes. What has this to do with the tool? A tool, being of direct opposite contrast to a human treated with an individual mind or with intellect, has much to do with those who can be used or replaced. One objectively loves a human for their mind, not for their form. Should one claim to love a human for their form, they are only feeling sorry for the damage done unto it.
The tool is always damaged if one does not take proper care of it.”
Novel Opening Practice – “The Thought of a Heart Healed” – 4/8/2020
All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further.
Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will only create rivers beneath eyes, and not breathe the whole ocean into a void. Draw upon mercy as though it were your final sliver of wisdom, for your attempt to heal is an attempt to hurt.
Modern Romanticism 