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Are we then all existentialists hopeless travellers over life-time? are we being absurd ,as life seems to be empty bereft of content and all that's deemed sublime? time is worse than an executor who kills but once--it clings to the flesh--nothing does it relish it festers and speaks no kind words only that humans are born to perish transient is human joy brittle is its hope old age creeps in too soon (it's hard for existentialists to cope) the waiting the sighing the heaving the suffocating the questioning the doubting the monotonous and inane grinding which all seems to know no ending but we are all existentialists anyhow bearing the cross of being in the here and now
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
ARE WE THEN ALL EXISTENTIALISTS?
Are we then all existentialists hopeless travellers over life-time? are we being absurd ,as life seems to be empty bereft of content and all that's deemed sublime? time is worse than an executor who kills but once--it clings to the flesh--nothing does it relish it festers and speaks no kind words only that humans are born to perish transient is human joy brittle is its hope old age creeps in too soon (it's hard for existentialists to cope) the waiting the sighing the heaving the suffocating the questioning the doubting the monotonous and inane grinding which all seems to know no ending but we are all existentialists anyhow bearing the cross of being in the here and now
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
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