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  • It calls out to me more distant than my most distant memory. "Disappointment, hardship, pain, all stem from expectation, visions of the future; hope. It is only by gauging ourself against the future- against the past- that we have any concept of "worse" or even "better." And yet the past doesn't empirically exist... and yet the future doesn't either... it is only the now. I thought I was rather clever for discovering it early... and yet I can't remember when it is I discovered this truth. As if it arose from the unnamed ethereal hells of my mind; of my youth. Yet is the past any less true than the present?

    To live in a world without pain, without hardship; only a dynamic sense of the present is necessary. And yet is there hope. Is hope any different from pain? Imagining the world as different- as better- than it is. What is pain but a realization of the now that is better?

    To not want, to not need eliminates pain, yet does it offer hope? And if there is no hope, is there no vision? Is there no future? With an ever-changing sense of now, what is the point of existence? If not for hope, if not out of pain, where does the goal lie? And if there is no goal, is there no purpose?

    Why do I exist? Another song that muses me from the depths of my mind- or, perhaps, the depths of existence. Where does one end, where does the other begin. And if one breaks, does the other? Can I answer this question? Do I want to? What is want, but an extensiosn of hope... what is hope but a triviality of existence?
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