The mystery of life itself
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William Miller83 said:Do you ever feel haunted by that profound sense of existential mystery? That timeless, transcendental feeling of deep wonder—that ultimate riddle, a secret among secrets?
I am something—but I am not everything.
I am everything—yet I am nothing.
Simultaneously dual, triple...
One single entity—yet somehow two-faced, three-faced, all-encompassing...
Perfect and completely broken, all at once.
Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes wicked...
But this mystery of my own existence? It never leaves me.
Why am I even looking?
And what exactly am I seeing?
I see you within my world,
And I see myself within yours.
The same matter, the same fears, the same feelings, ideas, desires, emotions...
It’s as if the entire human race is woven into me—and I into them.
I get this mystical sensation sometimes. It’s always triggered by some kind of mystical silence. It reminds me of something timeless, something eternal—something gentle yet violent, ecstatic and comforting all at once. I actually love that feeling. It calms me down..