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Our existence is a relentless search for a solution, what comforts us, whatever gives us happiness, drives away all bad things. Some travel a long and difficult road and perhaps find nothing at all, except for some sort of purpose, a kind of liberation or relief in the search itself, the rest of us admire their tenacity but have enough trouble ourselves simply existing, so we take cure-alls instead of searching, continually asking what is the shortest path to happiness, and we find the answer in God, science, brennivín, Chinese Vital Elixir.
She seems entirely unaware of her influence and perhaps that’s the worst, unless it’s the best in fact.
A living body is amazing. But at the same time as the heart ceases to beat, no longer pumps blood, and memories and thoughts no longer sparkle within the skull, it ceases to be amazing and turns into something for which we would prefer not to have to find words.
Hell Is Not Knowing Whether We Are Alive or Dead
Hell is to be dead and to realize that you did not care for life while you had the chance to do so.
Lost here on the streets of the town the purpose of life, the mercy of sleep, joy between me and my wife, my smile and eager anticipation. The finder is requested to return these to the print shop, for a fair reward.
