“The life of the animal is only a fragment of the total life of the universe”. Then what about suicide? A fragment of the universe would be destroying itself? No, not destroying; it couldn’t destroy itself even if it tried. It would be changing it’s mode of existence. Changing… Bits of animals and plants become human beings. What was one day a sheep’s hind leg and leaves of spinach was the next part of the hand that wrote, the brain that conceived the slow movement of the Jupiter Symphony. And another day had come when thirty-six years of pleasures, pains, hungers, loves, thoughts, music, together with infinite unrealized potentials of melody and harmony had manured an unknown corner of a Viennese cemetery, to be transformed into grass and dandelions, which in their turn had been transformed into sheep, whose legs had in their turn been transformed into other musicians, whose bodies in their turn…

– Point Counter Point, Aldous Huxley

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Hello…

Get the juices flowing
get the flowing juices
feel the breeze that kisses
lovely lips that seal

Feel the wind that
changes
refreshments
reflections
appointments
notes
promises
paradise
hell
flowing through life
shakes the trees
though routed stand
tall
small

Sense doesn’t make
anyone
anything
everything
sensation.

Love doesn’t add
anything
everything
love.

Half full, half empty
promises
cups, doesn’t matter
nothing counts.
Everything counts!

Fuch the grammar
fuch the spelling
fuck the sick society.

Fuck the false premises
fuck the afterlife
fuck the asshole at the end of the rainbow
FUCK LIFE!

Life for those who fuck;
life fuck those who for
an empty nest return
a lovely lie…
not a lie;
a LIFE!

Good bye
life
love
death

Hello
me.