
Ataraxia
The constant paradox.
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read
futile passions plague an aching heart.
fragile bones collapse as flesh begins to fade.
a being-in-time, a being-unto-death
made to pursue the fruitless endeavor realized as hope.
reduced to a stagnant canvas of vacancy.
eternally suspended over an ocean of nothingness
with no horizon to yearn for.
reason upon reason upon reason:
the framework of doubt,
the means to no end
the inconsolable destruction of the finite mind.
the pursuit of knowledge is but a perpetual affliction.
some driven into complete madness
in search of sanity.
remain in the safety of a lost consciousness.
that is pure bliss.
