Since centuries great sages and individuals have tried to discover the purpose of human life. We human beings indulge ourselves in different vacations in life to seek meaning. 548 more words
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Hidden behind a pretty painted mask lies an astonishing haunt that rearranges the nuances of the surface expressions an indivisible source of feigned complexions attempted calculations divining Kolkata the sacred atom heart mystifies skeptics and entrances sentients who quiver in rags and pools of matter of fact connecting the pieces of rumored salvations and ancient salutations stately contemplations reveries of chronic consumption a pretty painted mask obstructing the inner room engendered hearts conspire novel identities that reverberate from there syntactic absurdities reign great heights and intelligent strife the sub-conscious assumes the cheap humer in all reflections from the abyss shining into all imaginary contrite emotions from nothing at all red paper never let blood only sharp tongues carving sharper notes of songs long lost to the dead prophet who lies in wait for God to reveal himself beyond the pretty painted mask the attic light strobing announces itself to no one wallpaper incantations vexing the infidels and trumping the mystics heuristics of paintings where the depth becomes flat contrast lines cut up dimensions from white space under the painted mask be still and know my name.
CommunityI once read a blog that shared the life, through a personal journal, of the great-grandfather of the person who was producing the material online. In it the man walked all over where he lived, worked, shopped and went to church in Roanoke City (where I currently live), 100 years earlier. 596 more words