His indifference was misinterpreted as arrogance by many around him.
He had understood that removing impurities arising in the mind as a result of human interactions was absolutely necessary for divinization of his life.
drab world. Life's wheels are moving backwards. Dreams are buried in graveyards. Conflict and war enslave freedom. A raging sea and a reckless fire consume the hate-filled land. Remorseless, greedy humans are hunting for heaven in the ruins of their own civilisation.
I want to theorise life in concrete terms, but I'm not sure where to begin. The beginning appears to have never happened, yet the end seems tantalisingly close. I don't understand, really.
When his love was rejected, he vented his rage by penning romantic songs that only served to entice others to fall in love with him, but he cooly shrugged off their overtures.
He hoped that the positive impressions he made would never lead to people falling in love with him, but it always did, culminating in the breakup of friendships.