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"If you can't easily convey it, then you should put an effort into it. If you don't want to put in the effort, you should maintain eternal silence until you take leave of this world."
I am like you, named "An Observer," inside of this vast world we call home. Observing and learning from the expanse of Life from its begining of Birth, and into its bitter end, Death. My existence lies somewhere between these two with the phenomenon and the impression which we call "Emotion."
We number by the billions in this world and teach whats learned from emotion with intelligence learning further of this world we live in. We aren't shaping anything new rather experience differently the scripted structure which bends our minds to what we call ourselves and our personal expression. We haven't changed anything and haven't done anything that hasn't been done with these emotions, but rather lag behind the curve trying to figure it out ourselves. Feelings of love inturn, hate. Happy inturns sad. For every, there is an indifferent and its opposite. We are in the middle of this phenomenon we call Life.
In this world, people ignore the true essence of things and merely talk about their outer appearance. What can one possibly gain by simply conforming to this trend and piling up more empty words? If you can't easily convey it, then you should put an effort into it. If you don't want to put in the effort, you should maintain eternal silence until you take leave of this world. And that's what they were proving. The only way to express everything is via personal experiences. Those whose expressive capabilities were limited to such a simple, inherent language, with the help of the fundamental reality at the core of that simplicity, were able to express it into words.
What do they refer to? Reality. But those are nothing but shallow words. People will just despise them as a simple list of words. But who really understands the truth? Simply explaining what they saw in front of them with sugarcoated words...It's the very thing that detracts from the phenomenon. A phenomonon is nothing but a phenonmenon. In order to speak of the phenonmenon, you must become the phenonmenon itself.
We illuminate the days of reminiscence and become almost addicted to it's feeling it leaves within our soul. When you think of music or movies, instead of remembering what they are about you're more likely to be reminded of the memories you have of that time and the people you knew then. That phenonmenon is what this world drives off. And being curious seek reason, but we can still only observe it's results.
Ultimately, we are like ants crawling in the desert trying to imagine what the other side of the sky is like, and trying to communicate with some Being on the other side of the planet. Everything we do... we do. [im losing it lol can't concentrate now..ugh finish later, maybe never finish it at all]
"Don't beg for things, do it yourself, or else you wont get anything."