The Meaning of Death — Cristian Mihai

Originally posted on WISSEN: What is the meaning of life? I mean if we were to all die later, if not sooner, then what exactly is it that gives our life meaning—or what’s the purpose, the point or the very essence of living that makes life worth living? I can’t remember when exactly but after experiencing…

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They Call But I Remain.

The Weaver

Sunbeams make a pattern across this page, a pattern of nothingness; somewhere dark, somewhere light but in essence all an illusion. Crows sing their faithful song to the wind but to me they retell only the devouring scene of battle, as if they were waiting to eat my wounded heart. Their shadow sometimes flitters across my face, sometimes I look up to shout at them to go away but I have not the strength. They remain.

Why is it that from darkness light looks so beautiful? And from pain, relief? Maybe this is my destiny, this hollow pit of sadness which I cannot escape, but then I think of these words, these dark letters full of sadness and they taunt me, they challenge me to come out, to escape, to fly. They call but I remain.

Isn’t it absurd to imagine happiness, to hope in despair? But that is only…

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