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we are all lost blindly searching for meaning in a life where meaning is a nine-five job, a house left alone, an engine for mobility does the search ever end? is being lost searching hopelessly for death? is being lost the potential to live? or really just that? misplaced? is it anything at all? or n o t h i n g . is it an escape? is searching for meaning being astray? being found? or created? created from the pursuit, from the struggle, *from the meaningless glide from moment to moment knowing only that death is certain*
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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we are all lost blindly searching for meaning in a life where meaning is a nine-five job, a house left alone, an engine for mobility does the search ever end? is being lost searching hopelessly for death? is being lost the potential to live? or really just that? misplaced? is it anything at all? or n o t h i n g . is it an escape? is searching for meaning being astray? being found? or created? created from the pursuit, from the struggle, *from the meaningless glide from moment to moment knowing only that death is certain*
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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