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This is quite a short piece, I know, but it does what it says on the front, really. I want people to think a little, about this piece, and consider what it is it means? Is it on life? Or is it on love? Maybe death? And then, what are the interesting parts of it? What do you notice that is unusual or interesting?
I'd quite like to see a few people's ideas on here as to what it means, what they interpreted it as.
I'd quite like to see a few people's ideas on here as to what it means, what they interpreted it as.
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"We're all just twisted instances of
Ourselves"
informed by the explanation which follows, this seems to say that the "I" that we all create is a distortion ourselves. I think our method of existance lies in the ability to see ourselves as unique and separate from the world around us, that our existence arises from our ability to recognize that we exist. Then, this is balanced by our own interpretation of ourselves which must be twisted in relation to our true state of being, of if you don't believe in an objective truth, than our self images are at least distorted in relation to others' interpretations.
"Seeking perfection in an imperfect existance" - we all have our ideal image of how things should be, and we strive to reach that ideal (hopefully). However, this goal is ultimately impossible because this world is not made of ideal models but real, imperfect instances of our models/ideas.
But I wouldn't have it any other way either. Because as the old cliche goes, it's not the destination but the journey which makes us great
Ourselves"
informed by the explanation which follows, this seems to say that the "I" that we all create is a distortion ourselves. I think our method of existance lies in the ability to see ourselves as unique and separate from the world around us, that our existence arises from our ability to recognize that we exist. Then, this is balanced by our own interpretation of ourselves which must be twisted in relation to our true state of being, of if you don't believe in an objective truth, than our self images are at least distorted in relation to others' interpretations.
"Seeking perfection in an imperfect existance" - we all have our ideal image of how things should be, and we strive to reach that ideal (hopefully). However, this goal is ultimately impossible because this world is not made of ideal models but real, imperfect instances of our models/ideas.
But I wouldn't have it any other way either. Because as the old cliche goes, it's not the destination but the journey which makes us great
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