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I believe that everything humans do, think, feel, and say is a construct, a coping mechanism for dealing with a fucked-up, unequal, unjust world. Nothing about what we are is "real"--it is only real for the poor in spirit who need a mental salve to get through the day--the rest of us live with the knowledge that nothing can heal us, the wounds remain open until death. We are all deceiving ourselves. Everything has become a form of brainwashing, marketing, mindfuckery. All happiness is fleeting, so why even really enjoy it? Get used to feeling like shit, because that's the world. Shit, with the occasional moment of brightness--but I don't hold my breath for that.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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