In this homage to 'the Bard of Avon', I present this proposition:
All of our manifestations of angst and acting out are derived from the relationship juxtaposition we have with our Muse-Master/Mistress of our Sublimity and Horrificness. Those two qualities aren't for the moral 'sound and furies' of our pedestrian secularity. They are for the spiritual communion of viscerality and mentality combining in a confluence of energies that bring us to a state of personal fortuities and surreal atmospherics that affirm what we see and experience in our dreams.
That experience primarily exposes us to the self of ourselves we have little time to engage in even a mental dialog, let alone an oral one that would land us in restraints and medicated as a public safety risk! In that 'risky business' we will know the feel of a vitality more than the mechanics we exert ourselves through-mostly for others. Because we do this, we don't know ourselves, thus don't know anything better for the self we don't even know.
Once we know that self than that mythical and legendary 'Paradise' becomes the love for the physical and phenomenological being that we are for Life-itself, than the cog-artifice of another's agenda.
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