lost . roads

“Sometimes we think
we know it all
Sometimes we feel
we’re the only ones

Sometimes we know
that we’re all alone
But that’s because
we’ve lost our roads home

How far can you go
to go so far
That you forget
who you are

Never forget
why you are here
Get over yourself
it’s about who you are

Get off the floor
get off your Mount
and find the lost roads
you knew before”

– © Aditya Anupkumar

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and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds

“This life as you live it now and have lived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number, and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you and everything in the same series and sequence — and in the same way this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and this same way this moment and I myself. The eternal hour glass of existence will be turned again and again — and you with it, you dust of dust!”

– Friedrich Nietzsche

How does time connect to death? the real translation of “and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds,” is “and I am time, the destroyer of Worlds.”

kinda reminds you of Lovecraft’s

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”

no?

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always . on . the . edge

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

– Jack Kerouac

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