Obsessed with exploring exquisite phenomena. "My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation."
Saturday, 10 May 2014
Seeds of Destruction
There is something very profound about the seeds of one's destruction, whether impure or purely perfect one, a mortal, cannot survive forever as because the person one is one is vulnerable to reveal one's fatal flaw and weak point, and the rule of the opposites, where one can not exist if there is not an opposite of one.
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