You are right about all having secrets, as all have carcasses of dead desires which if not buried in time and in the deep dark places will start stinking and declaring their presence. Human existence is not about knowing a path and following it, it's about that random movement of chasing desires. Desires of body, of mind; desires borne of fighting the persistent sense of insecurity, where our own mortality weighing on us and desires working both as a distraction and purpose of life.
I wonder though, what a beautiful thing desire is? In its pure, basic and most complete i.e. 'not fulfilled yet' form (like virginity is ' not fulfilled yet' form of motherhood), completely away from any blemish of reality, much before the onset of decay- which starts when one goes on to fulfil a desire in real world. In its purest form, in the head as a thought, desire lives as filtered essence, so pure that there is no difference in fuel and fire, they are one and the same.
Man is compulsive about converting an alluring thought into action, about transporting a beautiful desire into real world. And the curse of real world is that here nothing can exist in pure form, to survive beauty has to mix with mess, fragrance with stink, joy with irony..after all real world is a world owned by death and it doesn't allow entry without seeding itself in to everything. And death is a creeper, it spreads, devouring the whole eventually, and leaving only a carcass behind, carcasses of dead thoughts, dead desires and dead things. And all carcasses demand to be buried, in dark places, in the abyss.
-Pulastya
I wonder though, what a beautiful thing desire is? In its pure, basic and most complete i.e. 'not fulfilled yet' form (like virginity is ' not fulfilled yet' form of motherhood), completely away from any blemish of reality, much before the onset of decay- which starts when one goes on to fulfil a desire in real world. In its purest form, in the head as a thought, desire lives as filtered essence, so pure that there is no difference in fuel and fire, they are one and the same.
Man is compulsive about converting an alluring thought into action, about transporting a beautiful desire into real world. And the curse of real world is that here nothing can exist in pure form, to survive beauty has to mix with mess, fragrance with stink, joy with irony..after all real world is a world owned by death and it doesn't allow entry without seeding itself in to everything. And death is a creeper, it spreads, devouring the whole eventually, and leaving only a carcass behind, carcasses of dead thoughts, dead desires and dead things. And all carcasses demand to be buried, in dark places, in the abyss.
-Pulastya
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