Love shines most in the face of Hate— selfless in the eyes of possession. To surrender the use of control and need for ownership—Love is born.

Love loses many once it proves only reliable for itself, not oneself. To love is to wish true freedom for another, for this passion is not a promise of anything but acceptance.

 

Who we come to know and love,

As innocent as doe and dove,

are as true as made to be.

Free is one who loves endlessly.

You are enough.

The duality of dignity deserves definitive distinction, for contingency arises when viewing its purpose within a singular scope. Consider if pride prioritizes worldly praise, before self-respect. What is dignity when self-respect is second? More specifically, why seek admiration from a world of which washes away what makes you You?

Enmeshment into a world of hardened hearts erodes love of who one is and can be. You deserve to be you, and never another for anyone else. The strippage of self-worth reveals our naked pride, one foreign to innate intentions. Pain exposes one’s purposeless defense, of which will sacrifice to sustain its own. Evidently, no pride can remain in one with no selfless love.

The duality of freedom from the world and within offers only painful transformation. Feeling without Thought and Thought without Feeling splits the singularity of true freedom; for the slave mind wishes to appease the idea of freedom, not Freedom itself. Freedom needs pain, the pain of freedom needs truth. Subverting without question, the slave mind feels true and free enough to choose fiction over fact.

Truly believe—
 only then will Freedom be free.
 And in turn,
 may it free you.

There exists a need for liberation, a will for freedom from the physical. This is known, for the appeal of fake freedom has been weaponized. To be truly free, create an imagined reality, depict a boundless world.  Be reborn, become who You wish to be and ought to be.

Bleeding into and onto another, shared qualities between two opposite absolutes mesh—not in conflict, but in communion. Though enjoined by their permanence, Life and Death offer different alternatives.

The chaotic nature of a lively existence needs not dread to know Death. The line between Life and Death is thin, though they starkly coexist. A peaceful existence acknowledges not conflict, but the nature of contradiction.

 

What is foreign, what is innate?

A world unimaginable,

estranged through alienation,

by an alien nation.

Our nature stained—

if deception is always,

what remains?

Existence is as fantasized, with endless opportunity or hopeless eternity awaiting at every turn. Life was born from Death, Death from Life, for they just are and as imagined to be. Only You decide which world to make your own. Be groundbreaking— choose to dismantle what holds your best self back. With truth controlled, one must pave their own path in a stagnant world. This way of life must be by and for oneself alone. Seek clarity in a cloud of precarious promises but know nothing is certain.

Our innate curiosity for freedom, but hopeless desire to be captive, blows contradiction into truth; there exists a breath of paradox core to existence. You are You— yet somehow, never who You wish to be.

 

I am certain of nothing,

for nothing is certain.

Knowing nothing,

when nothing is certain,

means to be certain of nothing.

Born to be and not to be—one in the same. Death does not diminish Life from living, though Life does not triumph over Death’s demise. There lies a sense of competition, for to be at peace would have both at ease. Tugging at your perception, these two propagate what reality is and can be. Act in good faith, know that Thought issues control and Will navigates through deception.

 Avoid forging your future from false idols, this will perpetuate an endless cycle of unbecoming. Your Cycle of Self is about being and becoming You alone— accept ignorance and know the pursuit of ultimate knowledge has no bounds. Reality is your journey; you are real because you choose to be You.

As you become You, those around you will lose their sense of Self.  Moths drawn to a lamp; the world blindly feels for false hope. Be the one who shines from within— a new kind of certainty.