fuego de noche, nieve de día
Hot and Cold.
Past and Present.
Black and White.
Pure and Dirty.
Why is real life not made up of binary opposites?
Noo, instead we are doomed to travel in this world, cluelessly trying to grasp our reality.
Constantly asking ourselves what is right or wrong; what is good or bad without ever finding the answer.
Yes, let's accept that the only thing we know is that we know nothing. Where does that leave us?
If this is what our greatest thinker could come up with; what hope is there for us?!
What can we do, except stop searching for the universal truth and accepting our own Veritas?
More Peace & Love and less scientific experiments.
Why think it when we can feel it? Why explain it when we can live it?
Past and Present.
Black and White.
Pure and Dirty.
Why is real life not made up of binary opposites?
Noo, instead we are doomed to travel in this world, cluelessly trying to grasp our reality.
Constantly asking ourselves what is right or wrong; what is good or bad without ever finding the answer.
Yes, let's accept that the only thing we know is that we know nothing. Where does that leave us?
If this is what our greatest thinker could come up with; what hope is there for us?!
What can we do, except stop searching for the universal truth and accepting our own Veritas?
More Peace & Love and less scientific experiments.
Why think it when we can feel it? Why explain it when we can live it?
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