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What purchase to justify the elusive possession of human identity In emulation of that which confronts by baffling order of habituation That tangled interaction in breathless strangeness of the ordinary existence Yet there is only daylight and that which is condemned to die by life’s end Those insoluble difficulties that as such are confusions that resolve themselves In a strangeness that is both touching and grotesque and ask a simple question What is the self? What is identity? What is that which haunts throughout a life? Only that of a masque which hides in mediocrity and grief another mask Which allows an awakening only to continue to live the saddest of our dreams
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC
What is self?
What purchase to justify the elusive possession of human identity In emulation of that which confronts by baffling order of habituation That tangled interaction in breathless strangeness of the ordinary existence Yet there is only daylight and that which is condemned to die by life’s end Those insoluble difficulties that as such are confusions that resolve themselves In a strangeness that is both touching and grotesque and ask a simple question What is the self? What is identity? What is that which haunts throughout a life? Only that of a masque which hides in mediocrity and grief another mask Which allows an awakening only to continue to live the saddest of our dreams
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC
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