Another prototypical experimental rambling: Movements massacre the meaning of moving forward as a species through separation and disarray, just as melancholy mitigates happiness and exuberant Ecstatic Love of Life despite its incoherent dispositon toward laughter: for laughter can kill as much as it can cure, if it is not properly harnessed and partitioned; the laugh of a madman only perpetuates his psychopathy (e.g. politicians and control freaks), the self-destructive laughter of the masochist only pacifies her Spirit more. As a self-proclaimed melancholy masochist, how can I transpose my laughter and Love of Life into the perturbation of a proclamation of pacifism by distilling such dessicated derailments (known as self-destructive tendencies) into a prolonging of positive evolutionary processes of gestating and enumerating Joy and advancement of self and species in an Ecstatic Lust for Life: doing all that can be done through the debilitating circumstances I have been given (by my actions and subconscious longing, as well as chance, luck or fate---if such exist), which seems to be none other than what I am (and already have been) doing, writing the artistic philosophy (or metaphilosophy) of perpetual self discovery, uncovering, evaluation and transformation? Love to All -- keep your hearts and minds open and full of Ecstatic Love!
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 23:37:31 +0000
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