11:11! Make a wish!

Self-referential statements lead one to contradiction. Identity is vague. We increasingly demonstrate the similarity of ourselves, the imperfect union of our unconsciousness. We cannot establish when one becomes a person; we cannot establish when one becomes a nonperson.

How can we solve these dilemmas? How can we retain our logic and consistency in light of these facts? We must deny the individual and our sense of identity. We must accept that we are all One, and to attempt to create discrete boundaries is absurd. We must be One.

How can a man express himself when he lacks the courage of conviction?

Why would you want to be a bird?

Why would you want to be a bird?

I want to fly. I want to sing. I want to sing about the world; I want to express its beauty. I want to tell everyone how beautiful this dark world is. I want to love. I want to care. I want others to be loved and to be cared. I want to love unconditionally. I want to be Jesus. I want to kiss the Grand Inquisitor.

Love is not conditional. Love is universal. Love is permanent. Love cannot be taken away. Love is not a privilege. Love is a gift. Love is a gift for the one who loves. Love is beyond Good and Evil. Love has no morals. Love is weak. Love is powerful. Love is without question.

What can not follow from Love?

I want to be a bird.

Dionysian desires - drunken revelry!
Let me into the party; let me into the party.
Irrelevant are the tangled masses, the furnace of perspiration.
I need flesh! I need excitement!
So says he of the brotherhood,
So says she of the first years.

And when they return to her room,
and initiate the insincere embrace,
they weep.
They pined for their loves, mourned the loss of dignity.
What is this existence?
What is this filth?