Failure is the prerequisite for the ideal which perishes upon its completion itself.
No failure without glory, no glory without failure.
Yin and Yang, Apollonian and Dionysian, intellect and affection, the harmonious duality of the universe.
Failure the gateway to the realization of the minuscule dimension of my frame of reference in comparison to the vast reality.
Hopeless romantic in the journey of the monomoyth, stumbling upon the abyss, dying and resurrecting, transforming, atoning, and returning. Dancing with the known and unknown, chaos and order; for I had lost the path that does not stray ( che la diritta via era smarrita), as Dante transcribed.
Now I feel relieved after releasing my impulse to write a chaotic order of birds flying in the forest of the transcribed babbled songs of the harmonious amalgamations of alphabets.
Have a nice week.
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:P heheh
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