rantings of redeyes I
It's utterly unimaginable in every possible way to start blowing one's horn when the wind is firing at you mercilessly. The thunderous sound just boomeranged back to oneself and in the end that's all he hears, and only he hears it.
It's impossible to match justice with love. Merciless killers are sadists. Lovers are pure hypocrites. Period.
It's ironical how we can say we hate robots and technologies but we live like them and with them. Justification of words does not mean justification of actions. The question - Does justification of actions mean justification of words then?
It's shocking to know that a profound truth can be known and loved and despised and hated all at the same time. The profound truth then seeps into many people for some period of time, and transfers itself to some other places, some other people, some other time. This endless recurring process is called the Circle of Profound-Truth-Which-Lies.
Finally, it's amazing how conducive an environment is to people when it is both sweet and poisonous. People just love the rose and loathe the thorn. But tell me, is a rose a rose when it is thornless? And is it a flower when it is roseless but full of thorns?
It's impossible to match justice with love. Merciless killers are sadists. Lovers are pure hypocrites. Period.
It's ironical how we can say we hate robots and technologies but we live like them and with them. Justification of words does not mean justification of actions. The question - Does justification of actions mean justification of words then?
It's shocking to know that a profound truth can be known and loved and despised and hated all at the same time. The profound truth then seeps into many people for some period of time, and transfers itself to some other places, some other people, some other time. This endless recurring process is called the Circle of Profound-Truth-Which-Lies.
Finally, it's amazing how conducive an environment is to people when it is both sweet and poisonous. People just love the rose and loathe the thorn. But tell me, is a rose a rose when it is thornless? And is it a flower when it is roseless but full of thorns?
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