Goodnight but not Goodbye
In the bleary hours of morning I walk the streets and gaze into pools of oil in the skyline, obscuring the stars and clouds. I was once a paper thin excuse for a being. But now I am moldy and ruined, coughing up the last of my spore-ridden lungs. Nothing can bring me back to that moment, and I will write many poems about how I missed my chance. She is not dead yet, but someone is, and I will be so too. So will you. But in this trite observation, I see my nihlism vanish like the fog turns to dew... still there, but transformed into something that feeds life, no longer obscuring my vision. I will die someday, and I will feed life, and I will know whether we are in a Dickian illusion at last. Buddha saves me, but only because Jesus and Thor are too tired... they've carried too many corpses. I'll be the last, but not because of anything I've earned. I just refuse to leave anyone behind. I'll be waiting for you all. Love is a long road, sure, but eternity is longer.
posted by kusturica @ 12:59 AM
5 Comments:
You're not a nihilist.
I know. But does it matter?
Do I ever say things that don't matter, since I'm not a nihilist ?
To a nihilist they may not matter. Does that make them not matter, or does mattering to a non-nihilist make them matter, even if the nihilist is right? Does everything that a nihilist says matter to a non-nihilist, and does this thus invalidate all nihilists' world view?
Can you believe it if I tell you that I'm still thinking about this fucking question ?
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