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The world is burning, Matter dissolves — Forms collapse — the temples, the empires, the names etched on marble. Even the body, faithful companion, bends to the law of fading. But what is form but the shadow of becoming? And yet, essence remains — not the monuments, not the crowns, but the invisible pulse that binds us. It survives the fire, travels through the ashes, and whispers: “You are more than what perishes. You are the song, not the instrument.” The cities fall into sparks, the towers bow into ash, and still the stars scatter their infinite silence. What is consumed here is reborn elsewhere, for the cosmos has no waste, only transformation. We are flames too, brief torches of awareness wandering through the night of time. Our suffering is not the end, but the beginning of vision. Through the smoke of endings we glimpse the open horizon— where fire becomes light, and light becomes love. The world in flames is not the world perishing, but the world remembering its eternal source.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
THE WORLD IS BURNING - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
The world is burning, Matter dissolves — Forms collapse — the temples, the empires, the names etched on marble. Even the body, faithful companion, bends to the law of fading. But what is form but the shadow of becoming? And yet, essence remains — not the monuments, not the crowns, but the invisible pulse that binds us. It survives the fire, travels through the ashes, and whispers: “You are more than what perishes. You are the song, not the instrument.” The cities fall into sparks, the towers bow into ash, and still the stars scatter their infinite silence. What is consumed here is reborn elsewhere, for the cosmos has no waste, only transformation. We are flames too, brief torches of awareness wandering through the night of time. Our suffering is not the end, but the beginning of vision. Through the smoke of endings we glimpse the open horizon— where fire becomes light, and light becomes love. The world in flames is not the world perishing, but the world remembering its eternal source.
alexis-karpouzos
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53/M/Athens - Greece
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
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