Unheard truth

I fear, I don't want, I strained, all my knownledge faded. I now need to be guided, I don't want to be.
Servility always in me, I who fear of being honey. I should bear the fate of the pretty girl.
Something is tied around my waist, I am too heavy to be fast, once I liberate myself, I will be captured again, but my soul would be the raging sea once more. I love vanity.
I mend my bike, so that I can enjoy driving. Time when it's bad, I enjoy sleeping in creativity and imagination.
I am on the verge of collapse in boringness, I can't please myself with these perfection anymore, for me everything is perfect.
So I understood, I now need something I can't conceive. It's unnatural, I am the free spirit.
The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me--I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He must be accustomed to living on mountain tops--and to looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him. He must have become indifferent; he must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality to him... He must have an inclination, born of strength, for questions that no one has the courage for; the courage for the forbidden; predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the will to economize in the grand manner--to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self; love of self; absolute freedom of self.



My creativity will sprout overnight, tomorrow, I will have so much ideas that I can't say a word or hear. I will lose my sense. Creativity already has senses.


A day without taking risk, without Yoga...
To stay within the sanctuary, to be joyful in that place. One can't be forever in one place, soon the body will bear what it want not. I don't need an environment for life.
I will make this world my imagination, my imagination will be real - thus is happiness. No one can touch me in my world, I am the master and creator of sweet things. Fancy is surrounding the one who want no succeed, so that he fear not succeed. Daring: the power of imagination, the braveness of the faith, the denial of reality, the herbless.
I need to be defeated, I will never be robust enough to sustain condition for creativity. Creativity is something which can't be developed, you need to be at present and realize the perfection.
The language of conceitedness will not be mine, I am of nationality raging sea. I speak the language of a child, All my progress will become vain. I love vanity, for it refresh me.
Now I want to preserve the knowledge of others, I am unable to make it, I am not enough others, I am too "me". It's an ingrained belief which will be detached from me. I don't consider stupidity nor creativity as innate, these exist together without being in conflict: a slow speech will upset a fast receptor, a fast speech will be difficult. I am so flexible that I cannot be shaped, I am ubiquitous. When I need to be fast, I am Morphy. When I need to listen to a slow one, I am nature. Look at how the paper listen to your writings.


I am the creator of everything, what is out of my creation? There is no evil, I am the creator of evil. Men should show his affection to everything.
Men can destroy, they are my tools. Men are not free, they are commanded by forces. They should listen to the strongest forces.
Arguments have no force, these can menace but can't make truth. The truth is "you will perish". I can't let anything forever, I am not unable, I am very able to let this boy forever creative. But what does it serve? I want this boy to have diversigied range of feelings. Let him regret, fear, take risks...
Don't fear boy, you are only a piece in the chessboard, you will die. You are very unimportant.
I am the confusion maker, let confusion make the best. I want also the weakest who will serve the best and be dangerous.
I am the chess player, I am playing alone but never feel lonely: I am infinite amount of individuals.
I am an intricate network, the weak is genius for me: they are able to do risky things, they are confident in affirming, they are fast and patient. Now I want the strong who inherit all these character in a new domain: the nice domain. I want the strong to become weak and I want his resistance against.
Then he needs to realize that he has been strong and lost strongness an infinite times, he needs to overcome the disgust and to be intrigued in becoming again.