at a loss…

i am not usually not this talkative or prolific…ever since i have started to write here, i have not written anything in my diary…nothing much to add there…what’s outside is beginning to reflect what’s inside…some coherence somewhere…at a price though…it is alienating me from people…

no one wants to live with the reality…everyone wants to escape to utopia…even if for a moment…burying the face in the sand prevents the imminent perception of danger…masks feel better than the ugly underbelly of human nature…bitter truth poisons the harmony of life…a picture of dorian gray is worth selling the soul for…comfort zones are safer than the bloody arena of plaza de toros…untruths sound like music…

myopic vision leads only to as far as the eye can see…”the morning mushroom does not know of the waxing and waning of the moon- Chuang Tzu“….horizons beyond don’t exist…there are no horizons…one can only walk around the earth in a circle….talks of freedom sound like the cries in the wilderness…no answers…only echos howling with the wind in the dead of the night…

“A minor deception alters the sense of purpose, a major deception alters the very nature of things….Chuang Tzu”