Mantra

There is no profound reason for our deep emptiness, other than the inevitable weight of the human condition, of self-hate and remorse for time we can't conjure and divide. In order to truly live and be human, catastrophe and unbearable darkness are swamps and mires, doors and mirrors that we have to face. Those who fight against it, tasting the dark fruits of chaos - are artists, and will never be content, because this condition cannot be sated. It is permanent. Transcend your hate and chaos, your perpetual rooms of darkness, your humanistic earthly desires, your perversions and pleasures; into something haunted, true and beautiful. Form is void, art is death, and life is like a romantic shipwreck, tempest-tossed and always in a state of unrest.

From private journal, dreaming of a Muse so fleeting; 11/07/2012

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