Solitude is the gift that leaves but noble few of us as ingrates.
Like tautology, revenge is needlessly reflexive, destroying its criteria of success in the pursuit of it.
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You are what you are until you're named as such, caused not by the deficiency of language but by its excess.
A new feeling arises when you don't have the energy to be disgusted anymore. It doesn't have a name.
And likewise, to experience life totally in negotiation with the past and future is to allow yourself to be picked apart by those vultures; optimism and pessimism.
To live in the moment, as the popular advice goes, is to open yourself to the experience of hell with a bug bite.