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When the world became absurd, I never viewed it the same. My body is just My brain; My brain is just A thing In a world of things. Before I became conscious, I only existed. When everything is important, Nothing is real. Lies become cruel truths At the site of Consciousness. What rises to matter is nothing-- In a sense: If you accept the absurd world For what it is, You can make Anything real. Decide what makes You happy, What makes you Love, And embrace it. We have to make our lives Mean something, Or they never will. So, love everything but nothing, And make your Absurd world Real.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
Make Your Own Absurd World
When the world became absurd, I never viewed it the same. My body is just My brain; My brain is just A thing In a world of things. Before I became conscious, I only existed. When everything is important, Nothing is real. Lies become cruel truths At the site of Consciousness. What rises to matter is nothing-- In a sense: If you accept the absurd world For what it is, You can make Anything real. Decide what makes You happy, What makes you Love, And embrace it. We have to make our lives Mean something, Or they never will. So, love everything but nothing, And make your Absurd world Real.
Inspired by Albert Camus's "The Myth of Sisyphus." One of my favorite quotes: "Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them." -Camus
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
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